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- Who's First Here?! - the Princess asked defiantly, entering the chambers under the Veil.
The Queen was served tea out of thin air. She, out of old habit, silently and sedately, raised her finger to the ear of the cup handle, wrapping her fingers around the CONCH with no any crayfish. The fingers tensed, trying to keep the fiery contents of the dish suspended while the bowl covered a distance close to the universe. The moments crawled by.
The princess gently breathed her last and RIP-swirled her eyes. In the darkness she saw much more. The light stopped blinding the eyes with flashes, burning out the best of the worst in them.
- Mother, I came to see you solely to ask about your willful statements of the chambers.
Do you intend to fly with the stables of the good old Mercedes, travel with the chariots of a Jaguar, or will we continue to introduce ourselves as Pontus Rolls? You have already overcome Valhalla on VAUXHALL. The Vikings sang O(tte)pel and Milk.
/DIVINE integration: wAl|1wAYS COCA-vv-COLA perlA!liter and glass!/
Your beloved Stu Pavlinov is not here yet. Mr. Anderson became fascinated with Neo Sky, however, this is not new. We can serve Karl Pod Leze.
"Damn CARL! I miss my Angel Callie soooo much!" - the Queen allowed herself to think. Exactly to the extent of fulfilling what you want and not a thought ahead! “We, nevertheless, are not above the Times...”
"Friends of Kitty and Rose are always at your service." - the Princess continued:
“You won’t get Dior even after winning all the Bridge's games by right of the name of Dii Oor MOI.”
The Queen's hand clearly connected the bottom of the drunken bowl with the landing recess of the saucer. So sure that both nijin objects did not violate zen. The Queen listened to the silence and, FINALLY! turned her gaze of Overflowing Love to the Princess:
- Darling, Dior suits you. I only need Hardy, Harley and my ambulance DEFE.
..and one more thing, Dear, recommend a photographer to Us."