the cocky girl4

The boy was out He ran so fast The heart was pumped, full of fear. The men were not so patient They tended to lose their calm. The man was approached. He put his knees aside. He wanted to be kissed.  She kissed every point He was so excited until she approached his tongue. She put his between her mouth. She pretended as he wanted. But she with a strong bit. until she cut his. After great resistance between the right and the fault, between the white and the dark, between the honor and the deceive, she wanted to be safe and happy and not like that wild destroying her future. He screamed so loud He jumped as he was injured. She got her clothes She

 

wore as she could. She wore and hurried.  She wore and

evaporated as the water when it feared 0f touching the hot ascended by the rays that were damaged. Making the melting ice run as it could Run as the breath interrupted. The men who were out, heard him screamed. They were rushed in. They found his tongue being cut. He jumped as the mad. They searched everywhere. She was like an air Passed and could not be seen. They neared him. They were so stupid as the donkey appeared. They asked who did? And he could not answer but he screamed highly and loud. He pointed as he wanted to say, “She,” He repeated his point. He said and ordered with signs of his hands “get her life or death! First before you cured!” the other moved him to the hospital.

They searched, searched. They returned. His assistance said,” Oh! Intelligent! She must be up” They were up in spite of their force that was appeared and might obvious. They were so feared. They ascended so slow Step by step looking everywhere. When the winds blew and made the doors and the windows struck. When it was closed. They were caught by themselves. What makes the force downed? What makes the power dismissed? It is unfaith. It is the doing fault and making the worth. The devil knew more and saw the angels and the light He feared and escaped Leaving his fellows feared, leaving them like rabbits and the fear attacked their eyes were open Like a wide ocean Their heart pumped as the machines running to get more massive. They were not native. The boy heard the noise. He came and jumped. He could get up. He could climb the pipe He reached the upper and enter without a sound He reached in the noise-making by doors sound So he was not observed but one remarked. 






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