Where'd that book go? I need to sing those pieces. Quiet.
Maybe it dented the neighbors consistency, prophets of space enjoying the ancient silence. Send me on the rocket.
High Guts.
Maybe it dented the neighbors consistency, prophets of space enjoying the ancient silence. Send me on the rocket.
High Guts.
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emelaeth:
guts .... never a good sign
judas:
ditto that.
ditto that.