Remember, That's Her Own Story

Once upon a time, the woman who loves to think about the wealthiest book, a fantastic readable book in style, it's like a fairy tale type story, she follows one line, not any certain line of the book, it might've been magical though, it'll blow and blew her ultimate spirit came along, she over-drooled nonstop until know and then, Jane Austin's novel, she admired to cry out loud, her heartfelt leaped thoroughly, the woman who wanted to laugh sweetly in tune, admits the bookseller's little woman was magnificent and suburban, when she lay  on the Mideastern couch of hers, reading it really well done before, she has her scrumptious strawberry lemonade from scratch, with her warmest comfy
grayish colorific blanket of hers too

Written by
Michael James Brindley
4-4-20