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This thread might die on it's arse fairly quickly, but could we give it a go? I'm keen to see what sort of story evolves.
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This thread might die on it's arse fairly quickly, but could we give it a go? I'm keen to see what sort of story evolves.
The sky opened wide like the tide. I coldly stare out into Brooklyn, early in the morning. Snowflakes are dancing like you used to in dreams I remember the color of love.
Donald, you're freaking out. If you tolerate this your children will be next muffin.
Don't worry, be happy my friends. It makes me wonder why don't we do it in the road. It's cold outside. I guess that's why they call it The Blues. The Muffin Blues.
Better days full of grace, I simply live for you, and before the first kiss she said, “Lloyd, I'm ready to be heartbroken.”
A dream is a wish your heart makes when the party's over. Second hand heart smells like teen spirit
The sky opened wide like the tide. I coldly stare out into Brooklyn, early in the morning. Snowflakes are dancing like you used to in dreams I remember the color of love.
Donald, you're freaking out. If you tolerate this your children will be next muffin.
Don't worry, be happy my friends. It makes me wonder why don't we do it in the road. It's cold outside. I guess that's why they call it The Blues. The Muffin Blues.
Better days full of grace, I simply live for you, and before the first kiss she said, “Lloyd, I'm ready to be heartbroken.”
A dream is a wish your heart makes when the party's over. Second hand heart
The sky opened wide like the tide. I coldly stare out into Brooklyn, early in the morning. Snowflakes are dancing like you used to in dreams I remember the color of love.
Donald, you're freaking out. If you tolerate this your children will be next muffin.
Don't worry, be happy my friends. It makes me wonder why don't we do it in the road. It's cold outside. I guess that's why they call it The Blues. The Muffin Blues.
Better days full of grace, I simply live for you, and before the first kiss she said, “Lloyd, I'm ready to be heartbroken.”
A dream is a wish your heart makes when the party's over.
The sky opened wide like the tide. I coldly stare out into Brooklyn, early in the morning. Snowflakes are dancing like you used to in dreams I remember the color of love.
Donald, you're freaking out. If you tolerate this your children will be next muffin.
Don't worry, be happy my friends. It makes me wonder why don't we do it in the road. It's cold outside. I guess that's why they call it The Blues. The Muffin Blues.
Better days full of grace, I simply live for you, and before the first kiss she said, “Lloyd, I'm ready to be heartbroken.”
A dream is a wish your heart makes
The sky opened wide like the tide. I coldly stare out into Brooklyn, early in the morning. Snowflakes are dancing like you used to in dreams I remember the color of love.
Donald, you're freaking out. If you tolerate this your children will be next muffin.
Don't worry, be happy my friends. It makes me wonder why don't we do it in the road. It's cold outside. I guess that's why they call it The Blues. The Muffin Blues.
Better days full of grace, I simply live for you, and before the first kiss she said, "Lloyd, I'm ready to be heartbroken."
The sky opened wide like the tide. I coldly stare out into Brooklyn, early in the morning. Snowflakes are dancing like you used to in dreams I remember the color of love.
Donald, you're freaking out. If you tolerate this your children will be next muffin.
Don't worry, be happy my friends. It makes me wonder why don't we do it in the road. It's cold outside. I guess that's why they call it The Blues. The Muffin Blues.
Better days full of grace, I simply live for you, and before the first kiss she said,
The sky opened wide like the tide. I coldly stare out into Brooklyn, early in the morning. Snowflakes are dancing like you used to in dreams I remember the color of love.
Donald, you're freaking out. If you tolerate this your children will be next muffin.
Don't worry, be happy my friends. It makes me wonder why don't we do it in the road. It's cold outside. I guess that's why they call it The Blues. The Muffin Blues.
Better days full of grace, I simply live for you, and before the first kiss
The sky opened wide like the tide. I coldly stare out into Brooklyn, early in the morning. Snowflakes are dancing like you used to in dreams I remember the color of love.
Donald, you're freaking out. If you tolerate this your children will be next muffin.
Don't worry, be happy my friends. It makes me wonder why don't we do it in the road. It's cold outside. I guess that's why they call it The Blues. The Muffin Blues.
Better days full of grace, I simply live for you
The sky opened wide like the tide. I coldly stare out into Brooklyn, early in the morning. Snowflakes are dancing like you used to in dreams I remember the color of love.
Donald, you're freaking out. If you tolerate this your children will be next muffin.
Don't worry, be happy my friends. It makes me wonder why don't we do it in the road. It's cold outside. I guess that's why they call it The Blues. The Muffin Blues.
Better days full of grace
The sky opened wide like the tide. I coldly stare out into Brooklyn, early in the morning. Snowflakes are dancing like you used to in dreams I remember the color of love.
Donald, you're freaking out. If you tolerate this your children will be next muffin.
Don't worry, be happy my friends. It makes me wonder why don't we do it in the road. It's cold outside. I guess that's why they call it The Blues. The Muffin Blues.
Better days
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