

End GameNagant, you look so slick down your barrel I stare into your deepest chamber I go searching for a flareEnd Game
spun on impulse your cylinder is filled one lotus root of steel, seven live babies
you dislodge one from thy womb fate you adopt and chance too, the midwife who delivers.
Nagant, spun is the wheel I strain against the clockwise motion till the hammer in place puts a stop.
delivers my sentence
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Are you using the same camera as Henry? I'm guessing you played a part for his selection right? Hah.
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The attempt and not the deed
Confounds us.
Macbeth, 2. 2
yea the same but mine is an older model. Indeed! But I'm very neutral... actually I said to him that he might wanna get a DSLR for a couple of hundred $ more instead.
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Welcome to DA! Teh name's Barbieh. Nice to meet ya.
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