granddad getting a eye utter
My dad's home—or, better still let me say, poor Grandpa's home—wasn't too. NYU neurologist busted on Long Island with car full of tears. At first I couldn't make out anything; my eyes full of drugs. Grandpa looked deep into those blue eyes full of concern; Bernie kneels. When the eyes age they will get what you deserve You will get what you deserve You will rot you piece of.
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