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Littles

The Littles in their cute mobiles all talk a little bit and play they chat and pass the day away but deep inside they can not hide they often have a lot to say their lives, their jobs their sometimes baby bobs the way that age can go away the regulars and all the newbs decide what is their life to choose but come back for the translation: Small boobs in their cute mobile phones They all speak little and play They chat and give the day But in depth they can not hide Often they have a lot to tell Their lives and jobs Sometimes their baby pop The way this tooth can disappear Regulars and all newbs Decide what their lives are to choose Another: Comfortable, small wipes on mobile phones They all talk and play They will pass the day and pass the day. But they can not hide in the cliffs They usually talk a lot Their life and work Sometimes male babies come out. This tooth may be lost Standard and all new ones Decide what you want to live!

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