16″I walk around stiffly at the party. The spring wind blows the petals from the trees into my hair as i notic you alone by table in the pavillion. i walk over ignoring the deitie women asking me to dance in the pary. "Hey... you look bored."
16″I walk around stiffly at the party. The spring wind blows the petals from the trees into my hair as i notic you alone by table in the pavillion. i walk over ignoring the deitie women asking me to dance in the pary. "Hey... you look bored."
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