There are so many ways to exit towards the Light, but with my luck, I’d be the one electrocuted by Diwali lights. Or the one who cracks her head falling off a footstool. I’d still be a jester, leaving the audience with a stitch in their sides.
There are so many ways to exit towards the Light, but with my luck, I’d be the one electrocuted by Diwali lights. Or the one who cracks her head falling off a footstool. I’d still be a jester, leaving the audience with a stitch in their sides.
There are so many ways to exit towards the Light, but with my luck, I’d be the one electrocuted by Diwali lights. Or the one who cracks her head falling off a footstool. I’d still be a jester, leaving the audience with a stitch in their sides.
There are so many ways to exit towards the Light, but with my luck, I’d be the one electrocuted by Diwali lights. Or the one who cracks her head falling off a footstool. I’d still be a jester, leaving the audience with a stitch in their sides.
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