Lies are corrupted under the moon, they are corrupted in every way, like tooth decay, like a dead body in a backyard bed of lies. Why my dear, why would you lie about that, frankly my dear , I didn’t think you would care. Sarah in disbelief.why?!!! Why?!!! Sharah cried.
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I'm a dog lover. I love small dogs. They are so cute. I love going to coffee shops, I up for just about anything. Almost anything. I like to have fun.i also like to write and read and sell my poetry books. View all posts by Becka Reese