Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
Like the painting--so swirly!
Yeah, swirly like candy.
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Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
In the spring, we considered buying a flat, but I just couldn't do it. It had no Eastern exposure, and without mornings, I pretty much lose hope.
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Like the painting--so swirly!
Yeah, swirly like candy.
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