You are the banner of my existence.
A bus driver can't change his stops.
One Brazillion.
the frail man asked, his body trembling at every word. "In ten." "Ten what Ten years Ten-" "Nine." "Eight."
Postbox.
He lost his sense of humerus.
Someone with no sense of tumor.
It was the Bain of his existence.
Friend: Good, now they will make microwaves that cook my chicken fingers faster. Say what now
Banner.