Or I shall taunt you a second time. Funny, that's exactly what those smart ass king parrots love to do to me. Taunt me with their supreme colours and the fact they are way too far away from me.
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- A 23-year-old feminist and science student based in Melbourne, intrigued by personal style and inspired by moodboards. Email me: pentlandadele@gmail.com
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