Speaking clouds

The clouds had clouded to scream to remind me to shop for the evening buffet at home for my friends.

Friends were home and the ceiling was vibrating new music, the pillars were made for the lady voice and screams to add to the music with tomato to be explored.

The drive was in the whispers and the carpets were made for the race to go to the forest.


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ROASTED HILL

Few friends are in the restaurant and the attire is focussed on a racing helmet. These are eating a roasted masala dosa with a peice of b...