How could she know, milady, about Jenny Jerome or working for quarters of a morning checking oil and cleaning windshields in Greenwood Lake? Those summer days and evenings with Walter and the latest. Impossible. Doesn't matter. What does... mocked.
There's just no way to clear things up for the interlopers and malevolence. Then, that I'm personally discriminated against on account of self-defence from leaping lizards? I've go to hand it to them. They are more than welcome to their skanky world. Not interested, kids. Get lost, creeps.
I've got more than enough. More than she'll ever know. More, to go.
Women cannot be trusted. Their pillow talk amongst themselves is outrageous.
Tell them nothing for they will 'network' toward advantage and further outrage.
War is on their account, for to keep them maintained. Find yourself a good woman.
Fight for your liberty and assist others thereby.
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