Testo California

Testo California

he was standing in the archway making claims that he could fly badly broken, crumpled by the wall California was nothing at all she was standing at the border, soaking rags with gasoline leaving trails that no one else could see California was nothing to me she was nothing like his sister he had nothing left to lose golden treasures cracked in the rear-view mirror California, some other year
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