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can´t say i´ve really got any fucking idea how the game is played nor do i care. the women i´ve had interest in have all been no-fuss in this respect. the only thing i would suggest is to carry on and do it your way.
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mother nature made the aeroplane, and the submarine sandwich, with the steady hands and dead eye of a remarkable sculptor.
she shed her mountain turning training wheels, for the convenience of the moving sidewalk, that delivers the magnetic monkey children through the mouth of impossible calendar clock, into the devil's manhole cauldron.
physics of a bicycle, isn't it remarkable?
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