They desecrated winter, Nineteen seventy-nine. Brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready, heartless, and labeled. Super U.S. citizen, super achiever, mega ultra power dosing. Defense, defense, defense, defense. Star Me Kitten Keys cut, three for the price of one.
Nothing's free but guaranteed for a lifetime's use.
I've changed the locks and you can't have one. You, you know the other two. The brakes have worn so thin that you could hear, I hear them screeching through the door from our driveway. Hey love, look into your glovebox heart. This love is tired.