Word Salsa #861

The silence has perdido en mi grito al pinche mundo. It stunned guns that tried to the children in the shade of head held in the loneliness of the branches felt bloody hole and present, and Put rest of the beer to be Baptists and the morning and driven fast or waving a sharp it was broken, I ain’t wearing a splendid Minerva - llegue a big-ass doctor bill!

I am from Radical Monarchs! Standing there was happening, pick up at you caressed a poco te ruego Que no idea of colors.

came from the wrong maybe if you lasso!

I’ve forgotten, the Spurs! Ram died These are walking everywhere in our losses of any easier.



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