Into the darkest XWF recesses, we find, Bear Braddock torturing to divide. A whistling worry cannot compare, the the target on GT's back, too much to bare. Common holdings were never his aim, to splurg with courage, to endure the game. ThE WiTcH DoCtOr with loving embrace, will take the jizz and throw it back in his face. Spells of righteous wrongly wills, can never cure GT's ills. His shoulders broad, but still a fraud; as they hit the floor, and a count exposes more.

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