All is pared in love and war.
And they lived happily, ever, often.
Father figured.
For the young at hurt.
Grow hop.
Guilt thee.
Home is where the hurt is.
I'm back and I'm proud.
Knack on word.
Knock, knock, knock one time on the ceiling if you want me.
Not everyone ease like you.
Peer pleasure.
Sleep light.
The day the music dialed.
Wails have tears.
Wisdom of solo mom.
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