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ใ คใ ค โขโโโโโโเญจโกเญงโโโโโโโข
ใ คใ คโ ๐ฏwas almost like the deep woods has its own harem. Neath the penumbra of autumn trees, shone sparkles and shimmers from yonder. If you move a close, they'll flit elsewhere immediately. But ken that they wert never to leave us void straight to be pensive in peccant vapours, even when not in sight, they were there behind shadows.
๐nd all the colloquies about them were never any humbug. Twas only the hebdomadal complacency work of them that bloomed blossom spring, forsooth, them and nature wert always in good intelligence. And their dalliance for it, wert what kept the clime a bright.
ใ คใ คโ ๐lmost miscellaneous, they were a booty of mine mien. Twinkling casement of emotions appended to their mealy skin, perfected their already canty complexion. You mought not ken their charm, without you had an interview with them.
โฌut one from the others, wert different. The little faerie, had wings like butterflies. Blossoms on her hair were like favours, and her frame wert wrapped by, rather than tailored, exuberant calico. She wert a wild beauty, indeed. Dainty, fragile, beauty, as gossamer as zephyrus. But she deigned a smile, still. The one you are being told of, is only, ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ก๐ฬ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐.๐งง เฃชึธ
ใ คใ ค
ใ ค ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐, ๐๐๐ โ โady, deign to smile.
ใ คใ ค โขโโโโโโเญจโกเญงโโโโโโโข
ใ คใ คโ ๐ฏwas almost like the deep woods has its own harem. Neath the penumbra of autumn trees, shone sparkles and shimmers from yonder. If you move a close, they'll flit elsewhere immediately. But ken that they wert never to leave us void straight to be pensive in peccant vapours, even when not in sight, they were there behind shadows.
๐nd all the colloquies about them were never any humbug. Twas only the hebdomadal complacency work of them that bloomed blossom spring, forsooth, them and nature wert always in good intelligence. And their dalliance for it, wert what kept the clime a bright.
ใ คใ คโ ๐lmost miscellaneous, they were a booty of mine mien. Twinkling casement of emotions appended to their mealy skin, perfected their already canty complexion. You mought not ken their charm, without you had an interview with them.
โฌut one from the others, wert different. The little faerie, had wings like butterflies. Blossoms on her hair were like favours, and her frame wert wrapped by, rather than tailored, exuberant calico. She wert a wild beauty, indeed. Dainty, fragile, beauty, as gossamer as zephyrus. But she deigned a smile, still. The one you are being told of, is only, ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐๐ง๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ก๐ฬ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐.๐งง เฃชึธ
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