THANK YOU MOST TIME
I will apologize for nothing - bequeathing you my
elegiac words and - yes - I do have a mind and it
speaks. It's after 8pm, and this place is closed. You
wanted so badly to get in, sir, with your little boy.
For a last-minute snack, as you put it. Now quit
cursing the crew - yes, they're still inside bu
they're finishing up to go home. Leave them alone.
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The show is nice-looking; not quite a saddle-shoe
but then again you don't ride. Not quite a boat-shoe,
but, again, neither do you boat. More a mountaineer's
heavy boot to walk through your shit. How would
that be; how's that for a fit?
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