The rest is toasted silk.
His voice is waved like soap.
The tank.
So, you're teaching a writing class.
Yeah, you should take it.
Yep.
Stack it up.
When fascinating folk safely my senior listen to me with their whole face, I feel grateful. I feel the unholy holy string of lights flash like a dragon on water from here to San Francisco. Bloody. Caked.
Skin & Toast & Hats
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