The sky is darkening upon the set of the sun among the treetop's horizon; nine fifteen is closing time. How wonderful is the scenery at the color pinacle of that day--boundaries are not set; without rules we run wild--we are young--it is okay. Tease the temptress with few tricks to taste the inquiry. How strong is your brew that came across my teeth? my lips? my fingertips?
***This is my deviously curled smirk showing***
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