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    Literally Just a Bunch of Gibberish (Nonsense Gibberish Book)
    Literally Just a Bunch of Gibberish (Nonsense Gibberish Book)
    Literally Just a Bunch of Gibberish (Nonsense Gibberish Book)
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    Literally Just a Bunch of Gibberish (Nonsense Gibberish Book)

    By Aurora Sparks

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    the burled rasp of parsimony vanished glove. high handed, too, and unlucky. some semen whelp Atlantic—formerly a lamprey—his subtle eyes vim and vigorish at the neighborhood will shepherd you around his saddle-sore mastiff, a good boy, telling of his new lawn care product deft fiend a’roistering at the midnight flush

    go! tiger off a diving cliff, airswim, velvet nightshade beacons for cable-car cavils and coolie raids. remember that fad? tourist ax murder cinnamon pitch bark black as burnt, laurel stepped-on primping governor with his stature curled up fetal in the grip of mad chameleons lunging aspects of a circled trade-off toward the tattletale celebrant.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAurora Sparks
    Release dateJun 9, 2015
    ISBN9781310298387
    Literally Just a Bunch of Gibberish (Nonsense Gibberish Book)
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    Aurora Sparks

    Aurora Sparks is a young author of erotic fiction. Based in New York City, she loves to entertain and titillate with sensual tales that push boundaries and shatter taboos. Gender swap, BDSM, sissy, transgender and INTERACTIVE erotica are her main interests right now, but she's always on the lookout for new ways to turn her readers on...

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