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Raw bits of heavenly tasty healing power

Raw bits of heavenly tasty healing power... Sown by Norwegian bachelor farmer in tandem with baked powder milk biscuits courtesy your guardian angel (otherwise known as Matthew Scott) Writes to his dearly beloved precious offspring (today March 25th, 2021) in summer re: a shayne maydel darling daughter prostrated by grief evincing figurative bite marks indicative being smitten (now unrequited love). Ever since her young heartthrob unexpectedly rent asunder fledgling relationship, his heart felt initial zeal squelched, when prized progeny voiced ecstasy toward him, an attractive lad regarding company hungrily sought once breached a bond subsequently rent asunder impossible mission to bridge formidable chasm. Aeons of sorrowful tears shed, wherein our hereditary blood and flesh weeps profuse grievousness whereby papa (feeling helpless thousands of miles away) wonders how much more time will elapse before aforementioned lass exhibits freedom from melancholic affliction. Scant amount of time actually constitutes longevity of amorousness between Shana Punim and he who caught fancy of same quite sensitive twenty two year old young woman, nevertheless an ordinarily indomitable female spirit reduced to inconsolable grief similar to when Zayda (her paternal grandfather) passed away inching up on six months ago. The width, depth, and breadth amidst every cell comprising one generic body well nigh manifested as yours truly (me) doth also plaintively cry nsync with sad mood (analogous to when said loved one didst die), cuz filial linkedin connection automatically triggers chain reaction, who helped beget referenced youngest adult child of mine. Naivete and innocence pitched hither and yon to and fro, where male testosterone won out against moral scruples (read marital covenant I violated), where temptation appropriated from son of the Boyce Brandon and later Harriet Harris, who willingly and wantonly surrendered himself to concupiscence thus receiving just desserts being privy forced to experience hurt, (albeit vicariously) heaped upon Shana without question.

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