oui, je suis

Authorization – None.

Untamed, nescient, allergic to drudgery and strawberries.

Often found traipsing on dark streets with a cherub bundle, percolating the vitreous waft.

For an aeon Miss Fish bobbled as an umbrageous cenobite, reading books and weaving yarns, leaving ink smudges along the tabletops for later cuff staining.

Her self-schooling self-driven of self-sorts.

De facto a smatterer, and opting to withstand her outspokenness regarding her lack of subordination does not make said lack in the swim.

Swish flip-tail to another stream.

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