It started at 4am. (she's insane) Wandering from room to room, the wailing. Tortuously drawn out, soulful chords ranging from high to low. I have know doubt gender plays a role in her flair for the devices used to capture the attention of whom it is directed at. (me) Knowing of no female that wouldn't admit as a child, practicing until perfected... that pathetic look in front of a mirror. (it works when your five) Just maybe it was the air-conditioning... she's too cold. (poor thing) But if you see Ace with a new coon skin cap, I'm the one who made it.
Farkle
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