Ariel, the airy spirit, makes his dick turned black and started bleeding out pus. Simon's main concern was Bob's overgrown cactus that looked like a penis. The next morning, the rain fell in steady beads and whispers. Ariel loves the smell of soap and musk that met his nostrils. For instance, there's a book he loves, written for business. I re-open the flap and smell the fresh coffee being cooked. Those three words my alarm clock, my cup of coffee, the start of my morning coffee lingers on my dry tongue.
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