Swing It Will Hurt Style

Asleep she was a painting of a fire

. She laughed a wild laugh. I tried to remain outwardly calm, but as these things left me I felt like a lute whose strings were being cut

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. . What about me? "Oh Rhonda, he looks just fine" getting up Yadda yadda yadda and they were gone Questions and answers? Question

Asleep she was a painting of a fire

. She laughed a wild laugh. I tried to remain outwardly calm, but as these things left me I felt like a lute whose strings were being cut

Over here

. . What about me? "Oh Rhonda, he looks just fine" getting up Yadda yadda yadda and they were gone Questions and answers? Question