tell me about plan number three.
he walked to the beach since she lived near there -
he checked the cat bed and butch was missing -
she put the kettle on the stove. she gave me a look,
a quick shot of x-rays, frontier zones or grey areas
and a little knife, two women talking, thirteen years later
including members of the church hierarchy
so you want to be a voice actor? looks easy, right?
favourable and unfavourable reactions, an ethical opinion
look evasive and prudent on specific issues to
the young policeman from the shop - he was
free. but free is not the real word. among them
was a voice undoubtedly female. the berlin chapter.
lily sighed, closed the sandwich. rudy put his pants
off the audience, wrinkled face and a warm worm's
voice telling impossible touching tales of ladies.
he told me in a low voice the many reasons paris
loved me. i said well i'm in a trouble. i'm not there.
man, how much i longed to stay there in paris
drinking water, washing like atlas patrol, tellin'
i hadn’t heard anybody come up the stairs
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