It's time to go home, but on a dare from your new friend, a very handsome man who has refused to tell you where he's from, you have no shame. More than a little drunk, the two of you climb the stairs to the open door. The room is done in a style you dub as "middle gypsy." That makes him laugh, but he tugs hard at that trim, hard and handsome of his to keep it quiet. You hope he didn't hear your hiss. As the fan turns slowly overhead, you go first. You sit down at the table. You think, "I love this throw." Flecks of gleaming metal gleam in the glass globe. You feel sorry for the fat woman who takes your hand. "You have met a handsome stranger," she beginz. . .
It's time to go home, but on a dare from your new friend, a very handsome man who has refused to tell you where he's from, you have no shame. More than a little drunk, the two of you climb the stairs to the open door. The room is done in a style you dub as "middle gypsy." That makes him laugh, but he tugs hard at that trim, hard and handsome waist of his to keep it quiet. You hope he didn't hear your hiss. As the fan turns slowly overhead, you go first. You sit down at the table. You think, "I love this throw." Flecks of gleaming metal gleam in the glass globe. You feel sorry for the fat woman who takes your hand. "You have met a handsome stranger," she beginz. . .
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You could do it, Father Tony.
It's time to go home, but on a dare from your new friend, a very handsome man who has refused to tell you where he's from, you have no shame.
More than a little drunk, the two of you climb the stairs to the open door. The room is done in a style you dub as "middle gypsy." That makes him laugh, but he tugs hard at that trim, hard and handsome of his to keep it quiet. You hope he didn't hear your hiss.
As the fan turns slowly overhead, you go first. You sit down at the table. You think, "I love this throw." Flecks of gleaming metal gleam in the glass globe.
You feel sorry for the fat woman who takes your hand.
"You have met a handsome stranger," she beginz. . .
You could do it, Father Tony.
It's time to go home, but on a dare from your new friend, a very handsome man who has refused to tell you where he's from, you have no shame.
More than a little drunk, the two of you climb the stairs to the open door. The room is done in a style you dub as "middle gypsy." That makes him laugh, but he tugs hard at that trim, hard and handsome waist of his to keep it quiet. You hope he didn't hear your hiss.
As the fan turns slowly overhead, you go first. You sit down at the table. You think, "I love this throw." Flecks of gleaming metal gleam in the glass globe.
You feel sorry for the fat woman who takes your hand.
"You have met a handsome stranger," she beginz. . .
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