Autumn has come. The sky is dry from the Summer and turned an Amber colour.
“Farewell, friends! It has been pleasant,” shout the crisp-brown Maple leaves as they leap from their branches and sail, elegantly down to the parched earth.
“How dramatic those Maples are, and they don’t even carry fruit!” snickered the Grey
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I LIKE YOUR FACE
BUT YOUR MIND IS GOOGLE
HAT IS HAOPPEJNING
AND I LIKE YOUR PENIS
ITS LAR5GE
BYE
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any ways i really like your story and i will surly read the rest of your magnificent works.
kenji
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