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Dear Santa Claus I write and ask to pointed,
I’m goodness like a Santa too
Cuz the food delivery don’t get for me my payed before the grapfruits and oranges
But I don’t  intent to tell about
Cuz  maybe those workers doing worse them my by way
And they forget put in it just or left to self for tie.
I feel self kind and goodness now.
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and you got off cheap. Isn’t so?
Yeach.
The plot a little onion about a goodness – Earl L.N.Tolstoiy.
A little onion for save a soul.
Here price big grapfruits and big oranges, I seemed it enough.
Dunno I don’t reading it.
I’m insist I good persona.
You like if you could be management ‘em fortune?
I would be deprive those delivers ‘em job. But I won’t be swear and claim.
Think you have thing for proud here? You attempt pay a goodness for a grapefruit now.
A sale of a soul look in not as deal of sale everytime. A shame just.
The plot on the earth don’t change at all.
parson thx.
Go with peace. But you are as bad as before still. The merchering by kinda fake kind, Kandata.
A soul hanging in one spider rope anyway.
The plot like a ring by loop.
Budda amitofa thx.
It means my oranges and grapefruits lost by vain.