Rudyard Kipling's concubine.
Crone's whetstone nears Ursine line.
A rag, a bone, a hank of hair / A hag, a hone, a rank of bear
Crone's whetstone nears Ursine line.
A rag, a bone, a hank of hair / A hag, a hone, a rank of bear
Lolita, light of my life... ...might fail to yell "Foil!"... ...or opt to yell "Epee!" -- she's just that unpredic...
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