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Sunday word wordle 422

You pressed your tiny little hands on my wrist and felt my bone with a smile on your face.

And I melted again from how adorable you can be at times.

Until I noticed the orange paint and in that moment I saw just a little bit of evil and you denied it was intentional and I read it as you telling the truth and not just another one of your lies.

I felt like you collude me into that project that was just a grift and you knew you would trump out on top because you knew you had it better off in the end with no time for your crime.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

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