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The Village has lost something. You can’t even get a cup of coffee in the Village anymore unless you go into a building with a store that sells...
Can you understand the phrases concerning my death? Excellent! You’re doing a great job!
It’s always “hearts, Cupid, love” and never “analyzing history and the egregious mistakes upon which this Union was built.”
Viktoria & Harry, you are a perfect match. Viktoria, you put food in your mouth, chew it, and swallow. Harry also puts food in his mouth, chews it,...