Hejka xD

[KochamElcie]

I love you too leo skarbie <3

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?❤️i love you ??❤️i love you ??❤️i love you ??❤️i love you ??❤️i love you ??❤️i love you ??❤️

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[KochamElcie]

you too wypieerdalaj

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In the quiet town of Elmwood, where the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves painted the mornings with a soft, rhythmic melody, there lived a peculiar man named Mr. Jenkins. He was known for his meticulously trimmed hedge, which was the envy of his neighbors, and his daily strolls around the block with his equally peculiar dog, Whiskers. Mr. Jenkins had a knack for wearing a different hat for each day of the week, and his collection spanned from fedoras to panamas. His attire was as consistent as the tick of his grandfather's old clock, which he wound every evening with a gentle precision that echoed through the otherwise silent house.

One morning, as the sun began to peek over the rooftops, Mr. Jenkins decided to deviate from his routine. He felt drawn to the town square, where a withered oak tree stood sentinel, its limbs stretching out like gnarled fingers reaching for the sky. The tree had been there since before anyone could remember, a silent witness to countless generations of Elmwood's inhabitants. As he approached the tree, something glinted in the soil, catching his eye. He bent down to investigate and found an ancient, ornate key, half-buried and covered in a layer of earth and decayed leaves.

[KochamElcie]

ale mnie dzisiaj niezla szcupla blondi wziela do tanca za reke fak czulem jej skore <3

[KochamElcie]

Elcia jaki avatar chcesz to wyslij mi jak chcesz to zmienie Ci rozmiar zebys mogla upload zrebic bo tutaj tylko 250x250 chyba tylko i niestety nie zmienia automatycznie rozmiaru nie wiem jak to zmienic xD-+

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I co zlałeś się? jak cię wiela za reke



































































































































































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