Now Shirt-tails' wearily define low resistance And move as a part of blissful thought.. One hears the calculating whisper and takes a stance rubbing against the order of all admirable sport. Where has one been? It was the great deception. Time bites, but one is unaware of tiny nibbles. They... Sign in to see full entry.
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