Hilarious; Black lady surrounded by the reddest and glossiest lips. Tacky.
Vanilla ice creams melted with dark chocolate. Too much sugar for my tiny teeth.
Searching for an alibi I'd found something wrong with the fox over the snow.
Yeah, over. It ran so fast, almost flying against the midnight sun. Flying to the moon, the landscape of dynamite, desolated, destroyed, betrayed.
No dear, no boss. No things to say, but my words, unlimited, never ending flow.
Hurricane, tornado. Romeos and fleapits demanded.
Julieta, we miss you so much, because once you were our sweetest teacher; young, beautiful, smart and temporary.
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