en nee ik verwacht haar niet op mijn verjaardag , en in dat museum toen , a will see chat , tien minuten van later nog eens , MAAR phonehackers , jaloersen M/V (om haar , mij wat maakt het uit) , dus èèn keer noemde ik haar ''lelijk'' , door te weinig vet , te veel water , en dat yellow figure nighty ''Don't wash that again wrongly seeïng that black plint or lint , for my advice to you , after yours on about taking things wrongly.'' , and I do love her , but not as much as you Alison , beauty is the sound of wind sliding allong earthly tree's , big or small , even when the same , in another day needed or not , to avoid , tomorrow , and today , we did not think different as we did and do feel you and I .
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