Gas plug. Ain’t We Dirty? Her, I don't know if we're meant to be together. I'm Sorry. That came up later. Goodyear Tire. I'm getting somewhere.
Where
Get
Goodyear Tire
Up
Together
Meant
We
Know
I
We
Plug
Gas
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Yolanda. Vanessa Bates. Beyond my comparison. Night. Search and fetch. Numbers. Return to the nearest spaceport. Button. Semi-automatic. Par...
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