The Story of a Fall

The story is my fall because it was so hot. So you're sitting in the plane with the air condition going for off for forty five minutes. And then you just hear a lady start screaming. Ns, jeck, theres, lik idon lovis, coll gat, walk all a dash camp. There's sos, black doot andin cuffs, and the cops like, pat down the heels. O quisis. We got ries like smuthed dickiroi se one pointy as o, good for youe,. Sicar, i guarantee you. Gus won't agreed.