All developed girls of the world get a grip against the grain- they wish upon a malfunctioning guiding Star, there we all ARE: made up of these make believable instances

With mischievousness and all other commonplace irregularities feeling a breath of FRESH AND stinging air: WAY UP WHERE, though?!

Who shall, and should, and will, AND might.. and ABSOLUTELY shan’t EVER MANAGE to handle… this thing named egalitarian taste, soon as she appears to have been mischievously misplaced… in a state of irreparable HAPPINESS