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Eleven mysterious forms of balderdash and not even one could complacently revitalize the trauma Countered in the Lenny Chronicles.
Don't think of the lies as something worth salivating to, it's only faiths way of disgracing destiny.
Consequently, the regional methods to follow are quite broad and the material world collect the basis of trials in vain conceit notwithstanding the outcome of the bed ridden generation.
The ghost formular however was applied to further decapitate the Legion of Benjamin Franklin and the other dead presidents.
In conclusion, there was definitely a hideout at some point in the journey, no other could phantom the whereabouts of the muffin man and his candy girl. But to further clarify the issue in layman's term; there was no God presence, just false prophets and surrogate angels.
The battle was finally won.

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KikahCorneliusKikahCorneliusover 7 years ago
Your Style

Is great. I love the flow. Keep writing for us.

tazz317tazz317over 7 years ago
DONT THINK OF LIES

even though you hear them daily/ TK U MLJ LV NV

AnonymousAnonymousover 7 years ago
Wow, Benny Franklin

was President? Never knew that...

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