Penalty

It only made sense to me- like I only wade in destiny, like I only drink very dark tea, on summer mornings when they are scorching... It only made sense to me, like it's scoring the dividers detracting O' tall and torry, at the worried hello sojourning, ...of a next year's encouraged deuteronomy, and the slots spell perfectly like I am optionally twerking tangents and the emotional torpid laughing, hacking as I complain entrapping this dent upon the distances- completing me in the persistence, as I know of no more to be finished and fixed, this is existence and the amiable confidence.