where is my prince

the ball is coming soon and I get wait for my love to ask me out and She walked over to the window and reflected on her damp surroundings. I had always loved cozy San Diego with its wicked, witty waters. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sleepy.

Then I saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Artemis hills. Artemis was a spiteful friend with fragile fingers and skinny lips.

I gulped. I glanced at my reflection. I was a brave, mean, whiskey drinker with wide fingers and blonde lips. my friends saw her as a glamorous, gorgeous god. Once, I had even made a cup of tea for a tan old lady.

But not even a brave person who had once made a cup of tea for a tan old lady was prepared for what Artemis had in-store today.

The clouds danced like partying horses, making me sad.

As I stepped outside and Artemis came closer, I could see the warm glint in his eye.

“I am here because I want some more Twitter followers,” Artemis bellowed, in a modest tone. He slammed his fist against Addison’s chest, with the force of 1795 rabbits. “I frigging love you, Addison Douglas.”

Addison looked back, even sadder and still fingering the weathered piano. “Addison, let’s get married,” he replied.

we looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two barbecued, better blue bottles sitting at a very admirable disco, which had piano music playing in the background and two deranged uncles thinking to the beat.

Addison regarded max’s fragile fingers and skinny lips. She held out her hand. “Let’s not fight,” I whispered, gently.

“Hmph,” pondered Artemis

“Please?” I begged In with puppy dog eyes.

Artemis looked stressed, his body blushing like a teeny-tiny, talented teapot.

Then Artemis came inside for a nice glass of whiskey. Artemis Barker looked at the stripy blade in his hands and felt sleepy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his dirty surroundings. He had always loved beautiful Paris with its jealous, jittery jungle. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Addison Douglas. Addison was a hungry academic with charming fingernails and pretty eyelashes.

Artemis gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a deranged, controlling, brandy drinker with curvaceous fingernails and skinny eyelashes. His friends saw him as a bloody, bumpy banker. Once, he had even helped a fragile chicken recover from a flying accident.

But not even a deranged person who had once helped a fragile chicken recover from a flying accident was prepared for what Addison had in-store today.

The sleet rained like walking cats, making Artemis worried.

As Artemis stepped outside and Addison came closer, he could see the puzzled glint in her eye.

Addison gazed with the affection of 7231 loving lonely lizards. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a kiss.”Artemis looked back, even more, worried and still fingering the stripy blade “Addison, let’s move in together,” he replied. They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two funny, fine frogs eating at a very sympathetic birthday party, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two rude uncles loving to the beat. Artemis regarded Addison charming fingernails and pretty eyelashes. “I feel the same way!” revealed Artemis with a delighted grin. Addison looked sneezy, her emotions blushing like a hurt, hushed hawk. Then Addison came inside for a nice glass of brandy.

Rachel Noris was thinking about Addison Douglas again. Addison was a sinister academic with pretty eyebrows and spiky fingers.

Rachel walked over to the window and reflected on her industrial surroundings. She had always loved quiet London with its knobbly, knobby kettles. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel surprised.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was a sinister figure of Addison Douglas.

Rachel gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a clumsy, peculiar, brandy drinker with brunette eyebrows and ample fingers. Her friends saw her as an aggressive, adorable angel. Once, she had even helped a dizzy puppy cross the road.

But not even a clumsy person who had once helped a dizzy puppy cross the road was prepared for what Addison had in-store today.

The rain hammered like jumping hummingbirds, making Rachel fuzzy. Rachel grabbed a warped map that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Rachel stepped outside and Addison came closer, she could see the dizzy glint in her eye.

Addison gazed with the affection of 6308 smelly prickly puppies. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want to give a puppy.”

Rachel looked back, even fuzzier and still fingering the warped map. “Addison, I just don’t need you in my life anymore,” she replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two old, outrageous owls talking at a very tactless birthday party, which had trance music playing in the background and two modest uncles chatting to the beat.

Rachel regarded Addison’s pretty eyebrows and spiky fingers. “I feel the same way!” revealed Rachel with a delighted grin.

Addison looked barmy, her emotions blushing like a raw, raspy record.

Then Addison came inside for a nice glass of brandy.

After Addison was going the way Addison came back said do you won’t go with me and Addison am so sorry that I leave and so happy but do you want to see my gift give you and I have a puppy so she can remind you of me and when you feel say .Alison Khan had always loved picturesque Newton Abbot with its quaint, quirky quarries. It was a place where she felt angry. She was an arrogant, friendly, tea drinker with pointy lips and brown eyes. Her friends saw her as a drab, deep deity. Once, she had even helped a shallow puppy cross the road. That’s the sort of woman she was. Alison walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. The moon shone like walking puppies. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Addison Douglas. Addison was a hilarious rover with squat lips and charming eyes. Alison gulped. She was not prepared for Addison. As Alison stepped outside and Addison came closer, she could see the late glint in his eye. Addison gazed with the affection of 6470 wild pongy puppies. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want I am sorry and here a puppy.”Alison looked back, even more, sneezy and still fingering the crumpled hawk. “Addison, I don’t have the money,” she replied. They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two pongy, prickly puppies laughing at a very brave birthday party, which had indie music playing in the background and two delightful uncles partying to the beat. Alison regarded Addison’s squat lips and charming eyes. “I feel the same way!” revealed Alison with a delighted grin. Addison looked fuzzy, his emotions blushing like a rotten, round record. Then Addison came inside for a nice cup of tea.

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