I asked my Hunny to return the shoulder pockets. Knowing Lady Barack, she always expects something in return. My daughter's too precious to be exchanged for some rock-bottom shoulder bags. Did your senses elude you? You think you can demean my pride? Hah... you are so wrong.
You may have given us something, but it only concerns your son, alone. So don't you count things up. I'm not so kind to return make-believe beneficence. Can you picture out someone who mentions her kindness towards somebody? Her intentions are after everyone's applause and praises... narcissism sways from the inside, that's so conspicuous to tell.
She haven't really paid the price... and that's enduring a prolonged misery. I'll be the one who's gonna tell when it's OVER. How 'bout a zillion years?
She haven't really paid the price... and that's enduring a prolonged misery. I'll be the one who's gonna tell when it's OVER. How 'bout a zillion years?
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