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Searchin’ for a sorry #2
Lookin at me like you love me..
J.D. Harms darted a look in her eyes.
Exhaled, inhaled, half a breath away.
miss Abbasi Barnes comments with a lip twist spit bitch, oh you pitiful poet, don’t you beg my behavior in accordance to your excellent grammar.
Now shut the fuck up and walk in that door, why I am suck of these role games, screenplays, tonight.. we could do it now or later.
Now is all we have, stuffing a look in the quotes app and kicking him straight into the hand-drier button with a long yet merciful black leather high heel.
Harms freaks out not and enjoys the hot fan on his dusty pants, an opportunity for a refreshment after a desert marathon seeking the Rosetta Stone, but we’ll get to it, right never.
So that’s how you operate miss stranger I thought I was the danger?
Harms takes off the bandana and reveals a nebulous mustache.
Miss Abbasi Barnes, laughs as she’s throwing her too-expensive to be thrown jacket, on the last sink, yes where it’s always wet for some reason those beasts, bitches, and witches.
You expect me to crawl through this barbwire holocaust escapade in the Polish winter running for my life to give you a nasty kiss. With my COVID flavor? My algorithm works best…
