Borderline beautiful and borderline truthful she seems a little purely perplexed at the state of sentient settings of sentiment actually. She’s about as hot and ready as an
Irreparably irreversible master plan. And her mother tongue will bring her through from you to you, indeed— she’s
Bled herself dry enough times now to set fire to the fallen flame of merciful pursuit. She’s a good and battered bit FAR better than the rest of these
Utopian jet-setters, and they feel About as Iconically real as… anyone really(.) It’s hardly that obvious anymore just how far they took this thing to the next level of
Terrific inundation. “We have watched the world turn on its threadlike~Axis, ACTuALLY, and always pushed ourselves to ASK(…) but is it really a thing to be brutally Treasured(?!)”
As time bows down now to yet another felt-tip fiasco at hand. “She’s hardly even all that bothered about the astute nature of her dearest, more improbable friends (anyMORE…) and that’s
Fine and dAnDy(?!)” Who knows and who indeed Gives a British threepence worth of an AddlEd Sh!t who splits the unequal difference this time
