I can venture out right now, in sloppy hills of valleys where every height gives fright. The ups and down are sudden, when I am on car of wooden. I ride the car, getting millions of scars to make memorable my drastic oldage while I…
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I can venture out right now, in sloppy hills of valleys where every height gives fright. The ups and down are sudden, when I am on car of wooden. I ride the car, getting millions of scars to make memorable my drastic oldage while I…