Sunday

A Tsunami of Pity.


Observe the spirit, accusing its own cherubic cock in the lane of the ghost taken. Exposed fanny banging, prison noises, sounds turn into hauntings. Apparent lodgings, street crime.

Straining against men, the business had left her between fraud and glory. A breakdown in the lane, buried with her works. Now, with cock placed firmly under the giltspur one activity of glory followed one of willing allegations.

Who stays that involved?

It's long exposed fanny now reluctant, I guide myself through the sister-in-law, it accepted with veracity all morning, an unwitting sequence of moves where the spirit took vengeful.

For repayment, I took the boy off her.

With London scratching behind me, I returned to the church. My unwitting mistress murdered, and a fearless haunted cock.

Cocking after known Parsons into the dawn.

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