Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
We'd known the truths about life early so we had some pillow fights to remember our homes and sing some songs to remember you by.
the woman in the Daisy Duke's told. She gulped down straight tea, no sugar, on ice, drained the Pepsi cup of the stuff, crushed it a...
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