seven weekends past their prime
.Did they plan to commit a mortal sin of calamitous crime? Or were they mere shenanigans that, seven weekends past their prime,.began devolving irredeemably into unpalatable slime, resolving then before they were themselvesdisposed of to collude and frolic in .and bollix up and spoil the arrival (and most probably survival) of some unsuspecting dummywho had brung his hungry tummy.to be fed. Balsamic vinegar andolive oil waiting waiting waiting forsomebody’s final piece of bread.Soon we’ll all be dead, they said..
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