It may seem impressive, but it's accurate!
Chateau La Fontaigne fuses continental potato midtones and a quiet acetone essence in their 2003 Sauvignon Blanc. A dog lover is forced to carry out a revenge plot. A boy scout buys a talking parrot. The story is resolved by the reading of a will.
Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period so I don't wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, it don't belong to me. Besides, I've already been through too much shit this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb ass.
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