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WhAtever I don’t CARE
Something is everything and then there’s something else that makes us sing even when a badger glistens with the last emotion ever felt.
“Don’t fall,” She cried as the lemur when to live among the stars while the waves crashed at the base of the dewy cliffs of Moher. Why should the mother cry as the donkey kicks that coffee mug; without moonshine, there could be no sauce. Even if we begged the stars to take a liking to the girl who romes GitHub, would it matter?
If the leaves of grandiose abstination abhor a green hue, how can we say they are the stuff of legend. Feeling freeze frocks and flown flippant and the krill of came under to great renown. I know you stole British cannons when we were still downtown. Nathaniel Green and Henry Knocks wanted to hire you…To be their secretary; I don’t think so. Now why are you upset? I’m not. It’s all right you wanna fight; you’ve got a hunger. I was just like you when I was younger.
stupidly singing without any understanding of the fallen leaves and the angry disposition of fallacy and impotent impudence.
