Saturday, December 07, 2013

frumiousness in america

¨ Because, you see, this relationship were doomed from the beginnin´¨¨ ´

And I thort it most extra ordinaruy, that she shed nary a tear as she said this. But was all deadpan about it, just laying it out flat like she done

Lost forever was the paradise found inside the perimeter of the little white pickett fence in the Gordon of Eadlin. Gone with the icy blast of northern winter air. Largely (but not totally thanks to ever-greens) vanished by this time of year, the garden lies lifeless and dormant.

 -- Dormez-vous, dormez-vous, --

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