The Waiting Game: An Ode to Hardworking Feet and Unexpected Surprises

Now I just wait one minute. Don’t come for me. These my feet and I work hard. I get this Monday, I’ll have time do nothing but guess what, I guess would try and love. I see that’s already kind of before. And Atha, his focus on Prado God Damascue every time it wasn’t my great aunt. Leave me alone. Mind your business. Yes, the railroads. I ran him too. Amen. But anyways, yeah, you see him, but you see that four and half the type you see, but he was, it gets better. So you come with a razor, the little different blaze. You feel I need to scrape your feet. Look, carrying your bag. It’s real cute demo. I was going fast. That’s the tap. The top. She, I’m stuttering. The top. Then boom. Look at that. Before and after a wiggle.