where would we be babes? me in the melting hotspot of it all just got out in time and you heading back into the belly of the beast. a good thinning out is just what we were after. for it was getting a little bushy on top. trim and comb through. eight o'clock battle ready at our station for the aerial attack. if the rocket evades our counter measures we will say our silent prayers on fire, cleanse our spirit of memories and sleepless nights.
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