i do not arm-wrestle children for anything, let alone peanuts.
Egyptian eyes huh? and an old man calls me a gypsy in my office.
i love boy-hair all sticky-outtie with a good side of hoodie.
Paris will be not from the air, but from the ground and postcards sent of the eiffel tower for the brainy one.
this inside air makes my head hurt and my stomach ache. but i enjoy the basking in sunshine and open air, windows down and pantomimes of springish fever.
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