Han, listen to me. I'm a star palace flower.

In the middle of the night, the candles were half-dark, she was a cold, dust-free flower, but she was so soft, she was so soft, she was so soft, she was so soft, she was so soft, she was so soft, she was so soft, she was so sweet, she was so sweet, she was so cold, she was so cold, she was so cold, she was so cold, she was so cold, she was so sweet, she was so sweet, she was so sweet, she was so sweet, she was so sweet, she was so sweet, she was so cold, she was so cold, she was so cold, she was so cold, she was so cold, she was so cold, she was so cold, she was so cold. And this, double-spectrum, do you see, or do you just come in here and experience him being stomped into a hot, wet, hot, thick, hard-boiled hole, and dry to the bottom, and fuck her crying and begging for forgiveness, and when the gravy comes out of the confluence, and it's okay to shoot inside into the abdomen.