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That's the Way the Cookie Crumbles

Jungles like company, both parents want custody, the elderly needs an accompany, I am reluctantly, withering away in the upcountry. Snow burns my throat, I use up a lot of time on my remote, I know I have someone to devote. All this conflict , will predict, a passage way through the jungle, a nice person for you to stumble, across. Remember people practice daily loss of emotion or ambition; a burned out ignition; or a life-depending mission.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 1/17/2015 5:27:00 PM
deep excellent pen love the passage way through a jungle gives a mystery to this piece renee
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Date: 1/9/2015 9:06:00 PM
Amazing. I'm absolutely fascinated with this one.
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