14 September 2005

*awkward*

Giggle surplus. Cannot the extreme hips, mottled face play the piano? write a poem? In love at the time of the fall of a hat. Does not call enough the questions of sex, fall from the questions of mother. Unexplainable narcissism. Pushed about faker can paint or plunges; forgets to read the newsloopas. Left but due to the surplus of the large banks.

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