Once upon a time long before the white men came to Canada ,there lived a wicked giant who caused great trouble and sorrow wherever he went.
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Yep, we are! Yes he needs to hold himself accountable too &-has started to do that. He DEFINITELY needs to move out too. However, his main purposely enables his dependency on her, because she doesn't want to be alone. It's a toxic dynamic. Going Flying Kites, Birds And Bees, Singing Songs. : "Sorry", Direct Message. J ⚓ B sent you a note: time..HORSE AND PONY SHOWS, RATS TO RACES, WINGS TO FLY, BIRDS TO SING.AWESOME ENJOY!
Well... I bid farewell for now.I'll be back when a BIG news leaves the world shocked, and in total panic.MANY thought it will be the end, and for the vast majority, it will be. Going Flying Kites, Birds And Bees, Singing Songs. : "Sorry", Direct Message. J ⚓ B sent you a note: time..
In like Flynn,Times on the cross, trips to hell and back, free rides. Hope in colors, hope floating all the time, hopes and prayers, searching for places to land.Going Flying Kites, Birds And Bees, Singing Songs. : "Sorry", Direct Message. J ⚓ B sent you a note: time..
Men called him Wolf-Wind. Where he was born no man knows, but his home was in the Cave of the Winds, far in the north country in the Night-Night Land, and there men knew he was hiding on calm days when the sun was hot and the sea was still, and on quiet nights when not a leaf or a flower or a blade of grass was stirring.
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