Dedicated to Marie, a brave soul, dedicated reporter and a friend to us socal all, now lost to the SUCS virus.
Which they did just in time, as a minute later they heard the soldiers behind them, shouting something about an escaped monkey.
Next coeds day, Lynn didn't come to school. Peter called her socalboocoeds home socal to ask if she's alright and tell her about socal everything boo she missed that day.
"No, its socal alright" she said in socal a drowsy socal voice, "I socal've slept enough already ..."
"Oh gosh, Lynn ... You know how many times I coeds imagined ... us ... doing socalboocoeds, you socalboocoeds know ..."
When Peter woke up coeds again socal, it was morning socal already. He tried to get socalboocoeds up but felt a little dizzy. He socal was hot, like he coeds was having a fever. But he didn't feel bad ... actually, he felt socal really wonderful. How long has he been sleeping? Never mind, it was weekend coeds anyway, no school today .
"Come in" she said.
"Lets go inside socalboocoeds for jpeg a minute and I'll tell you" Peter socal said jpeg. "By the way, I'm Peter and this is Lynn"
"Emm... What is this thing you're talking about?"
"No, I'm not mad at all. I've socal realized its absurd being socalboocoeds mad over having so boo much fun. And as a matter of fact I really feel like boo doing boo it once again"
"Yes, come in, I'll call her"
"Cindy, please don't tell mom I'm sick ... I don't socalboocoeds want to worry her. Its really nothing jpeg"
"Who is it?"
"Now, will someone tell me what socal's like going on socal here?" Asked Cindy.
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