Bradly blinked a moment, the tonalist in him confused at charming presentation of her femininity, which appeared to have forgotten the prudery that refused to undress before her grandmother in the hut.
It could be a verse from God's word that darts straight to the need of your heart with its succulent comfort.
Mama, life has just begun. / But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Alack, — mischance comes seldomtimes alone, / But aye the worried dog must rue more curs than one.
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