episode; mirthful blithe.

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(citing all communal of @eps143 to embrace this phrase fervidly, "shall i promise you those fallen worlds or galaxies that i'll turn upside down? i'm not a hero nor greek goddess, i'm an inexpert bargainer who wants to love and loved." forwarding this message would make her feel more loved than ever)

“…there was one time my mom told me, love comes with freight, any costs i never surmised, so startling until it, beats me how love still could be so beautiful.”

daunting. largo seared by conflagration no one awaited, nothing was left except the remnants of human hope hidden in the coarse terrain of a runty district, not a soul would determine, it had feasibility to go back to ordinary, arising people's yearning as before–to love, to be thirsty over one and other's substantiation, and those can be found at @tinklingbellbot if you—cohabitees willing yourself to hand them little help. they're now looking for a genuine soul to be their chums; with a new duty of bringing the normal world back. thus, they indeed are accepting any kind of business with main account stricted unless serba-serbi nor username collectors.

cordially, bound by love's mellifluous and poetic symphony, elinoury brialleth.

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