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territory
"This is MY territory, Yo" he shouted as his thick yellow stream splashed against the fence post. "How many times do I have to go here before you learn" The dog looked at his master mournfully. What a weirdo
genetic
I love genetic material. My favourite color genetic material is black. I;ve heard the selvage type is the best quality and will last for ages. One day i will get some but ive heard it is expensive
genetic
I love genetic material! especially in black! and selvage, ive been told is a must have. Though its a little out of my price range right now. One day!
owned
Owned? OWNED? I DID NOT GET OWNED!!! If I got owned would I be still wearing this cat? Hell know. I'll own your cat if you're not careful. Own it with a one two one two
grandfather
The grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was the son of a grandfather's only daughter who frankly, was bit of a slut.
coward
all i could think about was that dirty rotten coward. Im a firm believer that if you are going to stick your tongue out it should be to someones face! makes me so damn mad!
stood
stooooooood!! STOOOOOD!!!!!......... i mean achoooooo!! damn sneezed are adling my brain! what the heck is stood???? achoo in Turkish???
strung
He was a high strung man. His notorious deeds, of which he was known for far and wide had dinally caught up with him. Now he was strung up highly
wrapped
you and i saw something, caught our eyes a time. shared an understanding in sielce most profound it is on my mind now and i cant get it off, fleeting pantom shadow, an elusive metapjore
string
...he followed the piece of String around the rubble strewn corner, fingers running along its vivid red length. how long had it been since he’d first began following it, he wondered to himself. It could have been years, each day, month, year blending into the next - a blurred cacophony of String led monotony....
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