Friday Saturday Sunday
Do You Know That You Need Somebody, Do not You Know That You Need Someone
Everybody Need Somebody! You're not the only one! You're not the only one!
Ja! But ha! Most ironic of all nights. Why four, che? Because there was the rubiedad milhoja cake awaited as in all my parts, because there it was, because there is-ta-ba! Ie was. Not anymore.
is, bed, story, dreams, miracles, all, ever.
A harrrr mosura.
To give you an idea: this is me and supremely bloated balls.
I love them all.
treason for a kiss!
(psss ... liar above)
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