Braintina

Yeah bro that's great.
Tell me things I wanted to hear on a place I have to create a security password reminder to reach.
Braintina, that's what we'll call her.
Bit of a .
But you know that.
Take her out behind the barn and let her lament about rabbits as you put lead into her skull.
You are holding you back.
One day you'll be dead and you'll regret every thought that stayed in your head.

I cannot read minds.
I cannot read minds.
I cannot read minds.

You have a gift that needs to be shared.
Not just with your subscribers.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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