Writer and rather dodgy poet with retinitis pigmentosa searches for insight in the world slowly fading around her.
urghh. sorry, luv. We are called for higher things. dammnit. rearrange your walks so you avoid barclays and lets sort this out - diverting major public funding so we can spend it properly... nothing else for it now.
ah bum man! sorry tanvi! lots love XXXX j
So sorry about the job. Do not dispare great things will come your way. The cards and me noggin tell me so. Very sad about my Hillary :(
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