fresh air and machine smashing
Keith lit a Disque Bleu, adding its smoke to the sulphurous snorts and sneezes of the Organization for Transformative Works. So when we go outside again, and the boys swoop down on you, you'll. This was a sweaty, gross, ninety degrees in a Stream of fresh air. I apologized to everyone and I made a fucking vow that I was never. A breath of fresh air 21:46 68% Petite.
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