Trump's daughter.
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Cooking is not talking; talking can be anything but the politics, or my universes to be honest....because your father will never never never required-to-know anything other than grounded on the floor. You know what I mean? Or any Party together to social, to say competition or slam to each other. You helping your father to age, or to live-or-to-die, you are not helping the whole Cosmo, because above it, someone else all has to present, saying, its first year we remind you, what you cook and stare at, or what you hear to critique at, so the 2nd year, the 3rd year, may God be with you remind you, what you talking out of your mouth is not helpful!
I have to watch for my mother, and there are the things my mother only cared about it, so one lifetime, I had a free living spirits to say hippi up to 30 years old and another 10 years, she takes all the trash and wash all my food, without me wasting too many times, cleaning the windows, but only she had no career all her life living in frighten + a father cannot do anything. If she is on the floor sitting, if the floor too hot, or the mat is too hot, or her sofa, or the winter too cold near the window....those details, the sun is at your eyes, not near the windows all that.
In 10 years, in 20 years, that is one person you ever be grateful whom given you the life, unless you sail out your own career and drop them all.
My mother has the friends, whom also give the births to every kid, and all that makes some family to look like near this generation, there are the people's face or the appearance or the family background we cared about that provided us the help. That doesn't make you say, how much is too much so I am working for 24 hours to against the time. But all of these are the women buddies.....they used to, have to wrap up the baby dipers, and shape up their one lifetime, the food, the drinking water, the laundry, to stay home, to worry in 60 years where they will be. Every aging women with the kids many people run off the door....
They sat sad, or they sat worried, to their own self, or to their own belief what their kids turn out to be.
Not my birds or my otters watching over the humanity saying they live or die, or distress....in which way, they watching the road ahead for the entire world.
Listen carefully, this tiny jaw face of yours - - _) 2 cheek to that smooth creme to say daily moisure, of that mirror you seeking that your own wrinkles.....inside your breast is the passion of the fire, in that lustful of the lips were a drink of mouthful tiny....bites and in drunkness if not seeking all attention to that voices of yours own independent opinion of views rises up your own dignity.....how soon that each many seeing you so perfectly and that each of their eyesight were not the Power and the money to say the statues of that they themselves were not subjected to the mortal bound realm, and so that, your 2 tiny slap of your finger nails to say your faces scrap stirs up the blood shed in the 2 nations fight in wars, its indeed of all that sunken eye sight of the butterfly none eating the stomach was not in the mis-repair to this stomach lining ulcer....to how long you could stand in the heel, to how long you could see the whole room, to that every eyesight were the human given you the supports were just the profanity how you deliver your langauge in seeing or in writing, so that appearance makes to enchanting methods of the self touching not the counter mops of the chloriine glove eating it down to say the stomach ache.....
So many souls, so many worlds, so many blood shed, to say my tears to pity not that Steven hairfield on the radio to say the compassion, were that beauty in disguise were in the competition luring each other in the snare dens.....it wasn't the eggs in monthly hatched makes a meaning, it were that hexagon of the secrecy networks - its the Pentagon, funny ....
The encouragement and the friendship not necessary just the bravery were the sunrays morning dew to make your eyes could see....each outdoor so perfect gardening, it was the gardener's faults in all that, how much it were, it used to, it saturated the sense of the imperfection so that when God made anything in the Cosmo in chanting methods, we concluded, that between the light and the dark, it wasn't walking part 2 gradients, its how much we stood these literacy to the liberty square, each of you will come to 1 realization, what 1 means.
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