Word Salsa #2727

Before the screen doors and other place. Puro Pinche Pedo!
He wouldn’t let sleepin’ pages of the gangs and divine spark within for a day helping prisoners There is at the door. So, let’s live onward, like the strands soft-frame the movement into the camera turned bright, shining - liked that.

My pride A giddy sparrow inspected the bleak pit and i will not step off dual citizenship to the gas cost, Dad.


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