I cut and pasted the point to the top to spare everybody from digging through my rubbish.
Whoo! Sorry. Anyways! I think that cranberry juice was laced. Or it fermented. RIGHT!
I'd do anything, for you dear, anything for you mean everything to me!
Gah! *slaps* Apologies for everybody who's reading this. I need feedback on my Lycaon bio, I figure its a tad late but oh well. Better than never I suppose.
So yep. That's that. If you haven't ever read it before, enjoy the 14,000 word count. Many thanks!
I'ma go back and listen to Oliver.
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Who will buy my sweet red ro-oses?
Any mi-ilk today, mi-istress?
Ripe! Strawberries ripe!
Who will buy this wonderful morning? Such a sky you never did see! Who will tie it up with a ribbon and but it in a box for me!
There must be someone who will buy!
WHO WILL BUY THIS WONDERFUL MORNING? SUCH A SKY YOU NEVER DID SEE! ...
There never could be a day so sunny, it could never happen twice. Where is the man with the money, its cheap at half the price!
Who will buy this wonderful feeling? I'm so high I swear I could fly! Me O my I don't want to lose it!
So what am I to do, to keep the skies so blue, there must be someone who... will... Buuuyyyy!