And this time, I feel bitter against. I have to. Enemy. Damn.
Mai said. Never
evaluated the alternative, beaten on the face as revenge for a date ever. On
language. On his chest. Bitter as ever.
Amaro. Digester, a prick.
The stomach can not tolerate the language rebels.
Yet I have left?
I just have a bad taste.
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