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His Wasteful Woman

yet it was something else something we never knew we'd hear or understand conceptions with the sorting's conceived thru togetherness her beleifs were that dividing hers from mine would create a togetherness from her need of mine and hers rituals without conception concepts without realism confussed from the lies she alows herself to beleive concepts of being right when she's wrong that her body might remedy from one night, what havoc she's caused over months of resistance sing ye thou bassoon from the Bass Cleft Essay Session Series, Ecstasy and Beau-dikka: "rumps of a raging sea" they Barest Oboe! Mocking Boudicca from the Bassoons in the stream. A story by Wisswonn Dinner: Dessert Andherlove let your reed vibrate the beauty that each tone is heard and song to listen that she will speak than sing that she wishes her bassoon heard

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