beuregard.a man of many voices, unexcellent choices
sauces voices
my mother noises out in the yard
i seen the shard, it was hard
the darling nature of escape.from the ape hate
we date men? obvious to him.he didnt win, he deviled
dissheveled
devil
i loved him
abraham lincoln
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