10″Spring in Hell wasn’t treating you too poorly. Except your father kept finding bird eggs and worshipping them, and your mother was getting the Easter discounts on wine Pentious: “Sweetheart, come look at this little bird egg!” Cherri got up Cherri: “Pen’, that’s a bird egg.” Pnetious looked at his sweetheart Pentious: Preciously!
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