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Lots of people look down. iNto the pudle of life, but i have always wondered were do the tears go, after all they must go somewhere.
I had just been on the heat for 48 hour shift, but i was going to budge, no never, even wehn Budgie man they called me.
I walked down the wet stairs. I grabbed th e gun out of my pocket and shut the mirror. Locking good a tramp said, i shot him in the finger and he flew back into the wall, enough was said, the scales of life where not combing home!
I had just been on the heat for 48 hour shift, but i was going to budge, no never, even wehn Budgie man they called me.
I walked down the wet stairs. I grabbed th e gun out of my pocket and shut the mirror. Locking good a tramp said, i shot him in the finger and he flew back into the wall, enough was said, the scales of life where not combing home!
Ok then!
He is his dad.
That had nothing to do with part 2 where has his dad gone after he found him!
powerful stuff.
Lots of people look down. iNto the pudle of life, but i have always wondered were do the tears go, after all they must go somewhere.
I had just been on the heat for 48 hour shift, but i was going to budge, no never, even wehn Budgie man they called me.
I walked down the wet stairs. I grabbed th e gun out of my pocket and shut the mirror. Locking good a tramp said, i shot him in the finger and he flew back into the wall, enough was said, the scales of life where not combing home!
I had just been on the heat for 48 hour shift, but i was going to budge, no never, even wehn Budgie man they called me.
I walked down the wet stairs. I grabbed th e gun out of my pocket and shut the mirror. Locking good a tramp said, i shot him in the finger and he flew back into the wall, enough was said, the scales of life where not combing home!