Word Salsa #674

My wristwatch wound mornings before it must make the cosmic galaxy. and start falling
I feel so while the rain and humid with less likely to be bothered everyone had never really blame them, he suggested: Every year, I’ll meet me because they see your palms in peace with God, refused to insert a man!

So! I am from whose words do I was cheaper than those are Diana the red-tiled roof.

Come on your fault!

I hear your people.
Listening for the Pueblo bastardo olvidao!

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