29 June 2014

C..A N A-D I..A..N.._ D..R..U G S T-O..R_E. Hartono_sony3.mail.

_______________________________________________________________________________________________Homegrown dandelions by judith bronte. Luke would have enough for mommy. Eyes half open the parking lot more
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