Ritz Ink

She has la denial, be agree seven cast.

God scour, yet ye eye posture.

He riled, but laid.

Letters final, noon point go.

Frowned by ritz ink.

Even ex un ox, ate emu, wee by bun.

He fart, we maw.


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  1. I’m not sure maybe you got struck by lightening and forgot how to spell…dont be bitter for to long ok. I love you sister…xoxo šŸ™‚

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