And now the heart is filled with gold, as if it was a purse
But Oh, what kind of love is this, which goes from bad to worse?
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The chronicles of Ruin, continued. Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do. Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here. 10 September 2009 22:59
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