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Cooks tamales daily.
Using steamer crock.
Stuff wrapper dough.
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Vouch uncloak tomes.
Tooth topcoat retro.
Parry purport perks sourf.
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Loves fanatic sports.
Games littles coach.
Short esquire ethic.
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Candy potluck sweet.
Puree organic patty objects foods oatmeal plant.
Poise raffish jelly imbibes candy.
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Sweet happiness lasts forever solid.
Eyes beaming proud.
Smile showing teeth.
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Jewel bearing schist.
Large beaming heart.
Shiny emerald woman.
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Homeschooling myself. Unknown to you at the time. Sister playing hooky from school.
School she dreads. Both of us hide by staying home and shock one another, facing
one another as sisters, underneath the bed.
We quietly snicker. Faces guarded like Lurch while you were shaking your bum,
showing your god side singing your favorite religious records, dealing with church.
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Conversations in third person, shaking legs, hands, feet, and fingers.
Diabetes, fish, multiple sclerosis, muscular dystrophy, lupus, cancer, AIDS, Chucky,
sticks, trains, sunglasses, tampons, menopause, pregnancy, threats, crippleness,
the end of the world, all of this masked through a nightmarish confusion.
Chemical sprays sprays smelling like cinnamon and perfumes erasing daily
memories, burning nostrils, concealment, witches, aliens, demons, and monsters in
agreement.
All folklore and imaginary fantasy. What a mental conclusion. One awakens to find
that it's just an illusion.
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No wearing a uniform, no selling beauty products, nor knocking on anymore doors.
Wanting to wash dishes for a temporary or fulltime job is not insane. I'm just a plain
Jane.
Burgers and fries. Tater tots. What is new? What is not? My ultimate desires are
little.
Curiosity sometimes runs amuck.
Don't continue to make the situation worse by causing yourself to get stranded or
stuck.
You're an ice king and selfish in the sack.
With a heart like an onyx of the deepest black. What are your thoughts, honey?
People say that seeing people's struggles in life to you is a joy.
That small part of you must harbor a miserable little boy.
A little birdie told me a secret about you not so far in the distant past.
Part of it is being bereft of cash.
The crow-like one said that once you're done with all the damage, what's left of the
existence from everything else will be nothing but ash.
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Games imagine sales.
Share brother loves gameboy plays.
Reach control again.
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