I don’t even need to eat spinach to turn myself into the female version of Popeye. Popped arm muscle and all, with anchor tattoos affixed to my thigh. Oh my chicken pie!
It occurred on a river flowing fluffy and high. Rafting and rowing not so gently down the stream. Merrily though. Always merrily. Life primarily being a dream. But the
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