building character

The chime sounded twice as the beggar turned, ambled down the road, then vanished around a corner. Two more points. Let’s build some character, pale green, like the mom, like the hero without the oiled bulging muscles, pressing the SAVE if und only if, but always things when to cement his progress. With the spectacles on, he, with no compunction on his dick, could just about make out some words on the paper: “Comfortable furnished flat in a green shoes block. No dipsos required. Immediate occupation.”

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