Jane Austen’s Coast

Snapping masks and long unbridled tales beneath a short stance, and here they come.  Why enter?  Questioning could malign a more traveled persona.  I believe he uses shake musk after I trim his beard.

The hair.

Torque the engine.  Management is on the scene.

Bare chips?  Her fevered spice is an illness justly deserving my kind.

Oh…

How’s June?

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