Word Salsa #471

ay before it down. A dialogue, Dad I wanted to, ordained or ancient, smelling the real Pachuca on dialysis!

The urge to deplane! mountain, river with Night opened your house Than the average level of rain by drunken moments he said don’t understand it she lies.

Si, senor!

Juntos lucharemos en la sepultura.
is the one already lived in the pig or Rantoul, Illinois!


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