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Gold cherry

This is the kind of thing you would like.

You're not there by now and these stalks are out on eyes although I am supposed to not think this You me you me you me you you you The plastic roof we pressed our hooves on -
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I am not allowed to tell anyone

The click-click of the banjo Picks you out, all quiff And large thumbs. My fingers are tiny Shingling against your chin Picking out the ways Of my will We go and see Louis
Cherry

Dream

She has a dream that she has to cheat on him with an ex-boyfriend. The ex-boyfriend is carrying a baguette in her dream.