Word Salsa #218

& green high and Ixta’s peaks eroded by removing each fall apart. My children stuck to avoid Explorations of the BBC even the inner tube clutching her window screen!

When I am Diana the blue tarps demonstrating the thing she says, & Nome, those BIG ONES, YOU HAVE ONE. The radio again, each other’s guilt turning back.
One phrase or but really!

There’s a poco fueran llama yeah, yeah.
If you trying to death rattle and strong hands, some call home that I learned that second-graders could not Will you not to go into dust them!

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