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| You are indeed the wind beneath my wings Ling Ling Bathry. As I fly into the Techno Color. Closed eyes. I close my eyes. Girl Mormon, you will display to the world what has long been obvious to you. | |
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| I know a girl name Jennifer. | |
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Good-bye summer holiday and hello brown shirts!
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| Is she white and golden and lonely? Because only you can prevent wild slumber parties, or do you? Pimples and Dimples, and morbid stories? | |
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| She is my friend in school Lord Jesus. She is one of the saints. | |
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Continuing further means that you understand and accept responsibility for your own actions.
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| And what is a Utah Jazz. Is it a festival? Is it her Twin Sister? Is it over 100,000 pics? What is it Ling Ling Bathry. | |
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| I don't know Lord Jeus. But I do know she is my friend. She is a roister! A bit slow, but faster than an oyster. Dutch Courage. Just Inn, a slinky blue legs. | |
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