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I wrote this short story about my cat tiger. If you have an obese animal you may find this humerus.
Mom was listening to a complaint against her son for slapping him in a play.
some says love is beautiful.....is it really so?what do we get from love other than sadness.....we are left with nothing....we are simply broken.......
There is an eighteen year old boy who has been fighting since he was only fifteen years old. His name is Freddie Long Legs. Boxing has been in his family for generations, itβs a tradition past down to the next generation. Freddie's Grandfather was the first Native American Indian to ever compete in the Olympics of boxing.
dont you just love books well i can die for books i go to barns nd nobel everyday love it do you love that place?.
