They held modesty in the threads of their shirts - pretense in laces of humble shoes. While gems dripped from their mouths, each word, each pea and carrot, you couldn’t buy; but would cost you your life.
They held modesty in the threads of their shirts - pretense in laces of humble shoes. While gems dripped from their mouths, each word, each pea and carrot, you couldn’t buy; but would cost you your life.
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