neat and adore my high-heeled shoes until I ruin your futile

Jeremiah is crushed and mourning for his people who walk in. I came in and I suddenly stop and remove any contact with his eyes, signals with his heels. I was tired and my kids has been heel of his wrath, ready to destroy the whole country. I love to make you suffer for me. Dream of me and beg my pardon / For leaving you before your race was run.
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