he crusted up the line and pooled out a few taylors from the shelf. he was better than the books were. the books were covered in dust, they were disgusting. sonche had better stories written in his body. he crawled in and read them in whispers to himself.

but, ckles came right by, his new clip on-side. "yo sonuc im going to make a blair witch just by myself and you are the star of my dreams. open wide cuz."

sonuc shit everywhere, it was a mess.