Imaginary Number 17, 17

You do it for things that make you sound good, dad. Dad does it forThings that make him so actively worse. You're saying it like the way you say ta. No, no, we don't make ana, did i inherit my ity to sound sincere from you? I'm diabetic. Candy means nothing to me. Diobedes isin't a choiceo, not nod. It's alive to in dad. Yo. Thanks. Chrispye, cream. Ok. Still still shaking his candy in his hand. Wo, chick, chick,. chick, chick, Chick, Here t comes. He's biting his nails. A note, six string samaroid