We went and expressed our very most wickedly understanding DeMise, even if: “Denise didn’t have a clue what the **** to do.. with
Her singular state of bravado.” It is a suffering man’s toolkit which splits the difference = between giving and being given away to these
Peripherals with their outstanding wits nervously failing(!) We were writing it all UP, actually, when she…
Stopped and asked the overseas universe THE MOST THIRST-laden QUESTION imaginable quite obviously. “But were we really hEAR to NOT LISTEN TO The FeAr of featherweight worries placed ten atop of a thouSAND
thankless
tasks actually??” And all of them mixed up in a wrecking ball bag of scratchy nails and fuckSaKe~HailMarys.
