Word Salsa #459

Sin el dueno. Y la manana oscura en la raposa, como un grito al general Santa-Anna!

Start! The hidden behind the bus’s crowded trucks roaring tanks are black men I saw another.

Matisse is the guns of an accident!

Que te voy a mother who have the moment by.
Try to cut into its hands feel like I told him!

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