Cuticle
Dour, dapper days ate my child away. On September 1969 the deed fruited my mother without warning. She disturbingly fruited across the deed. Large eggs came from the mother. Glasses also fruited from mother’s bosom. The glasses shattered on impact with bosom. However, the night fell too day. Unfortunately, my friends ate my bosom. Children were schclerged under my bosom. But, also we fruited the glasses. So, my baby was eaten by her feet. Eventually, we no longer peed into my bog, unless the wizard ordered babies to pee and yeah. Finally, the memorable deed had no more action... Until, snakes! To be continued.....ikejdhfhfjffidjfjfnfjcjcdjfkfksjdkfjgjvjvjffjfkdkddkritturjfifjfvivjfigofjdhdjfjfjdjdjfjffjgkfkfjdbfbgjgjdjgjfjfjfhfncbcjrndmdjdjrjrndmzoosksoslslwpwlwmrnrjeksiudiekebrtvdjdkkekekrjdjdsmellyfeetdjdmckkckddjnfnfnxjdmsmdjdlxlsmemnrbrkfovkdnsnejeotltkkrsioewpwknrfpdlqkqnrhdjksmwmworprmsnwkpwrndnslqlwkejsospqlekrorpwljedjdoelnrndwpworitmyynfkdkdlenbrldspwlwkepwowjtmgkdlskrnrbtrjk
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