2025 eleven, 16. this is justin (leon). my father fell through the roof grate. I left to send for help. he yelped. 2025 ten, 15. onboard sprocle, onboard! get ahold of the thing with its rattling cord. oh no, the ship fell so far below (to sea we'll go). 2025, ten, 8. My father, whose wart is in heaven, delete david fletcher from cannane.
A can stumbles down the steep hill Father Bishops scrubbing down the steeple As I look across at the hordes of people.
