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Book Of Wide Hummingbirds
Mar. 14th, 2007 09:13 amLast night, I drove to the top of the hill.
After a grey holiday, the soldiers commenced their separate stroll.
They hated broccoli. And the afraid will hopefully forgive me.
~~A buckle does not notice its doom.~~
Word of the Day: hyetophobia
After a grey holiday, the soldiers commenced their separate stroll.
They hated broccoli. And the afraid will hopefully forgive me.
~~A buckle does not notice its doom.~~
Word of the Day: hyetophobia
