Word of the Day: Tragedy

Is it the sweet melody of a wining summer night, where the sudden sleep attaque caused by cheap champagne at a New York City Bronxing bronzing building wont let me enjoy the company of a beaming night of feminine pleasure, that is tragedy?

Or is it me, he who tragically lost the woman engaged in the play of complete loving naiveté, snoring cute like a kittycat on a lost melody of sweet champagne whining at one of New York City’s finest Bronxing bronzing buildings?


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