this one and that one some of these and of those every runway model knows to strike the pose
A man wears a suit that suit makes the man fitting in perfectly like sardines if they can
She has the right purse with the right shoes it all must be perfect so much she can lose
Children to be seen but don't speak a word anything other than genius would just be absurd
Do away with individuality no more personal style death sentence to the original all without a trial
Ditto...Ditto... Ditto...
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Orwellian portent - chilling thoughts in a good write.
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