Tres-Zap primis in faucibus version 8
The rusty nail stood erect, angled at a 45-degree angle, just waiting for the perfect barefoot to come along.
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There was no telling what thoughts would come from the machine.
There's a message for you if you look up.
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title: He waited for the stop sign to turn to a go sign.
The delicious aroma from the kitchen was ruined by cigarette smoke.
“What is the best way to get what you want?” she asked. He looked down at the ground knowing that she wouldn’t like his answer. He hesitated, knowing that the truth would only hurt. How was he going to tell her that the best way for him to get what he wanted was to leave her?
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