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.