Into the Fiction
_a girl in blue_sold to the billionaire, now my family begs for forgivenessyou'll regret losing herto never lose her againshe threw me away—now she begs
Inky, pinky, ponky, father has a donkey, donkey, died, father cried, inky, pinky, ponky.
The fifth one. Yes. The dead soul of donkey never betrays me. Now I realize we're teaching the death story of a donkey to children! How cruel it is. But still rest in peace Mr. Donkey.............Maybe Mrs. Donkey too. What if that donkey is a woman. It can happen.
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