Lavender Love
Samantha Steiner
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Chuck Todd's Orioles O's woah pleasantly platformed recognizance ricochets patterned pride's anthem enveloped post.
As JLo often squeals, goosies (a uniquely chosen wordage short for goosebumps) craves a Minnesota teacher of the year's scarlet red rose jacket uniform, singing a feted cardinal's choral song.
Alexis McGill Johnson parades magenta hot pink's Planned Parenthood favoritism Barbie as if seemingly presidential herself, a relatable Wellness Wednesday entitled position.
Jon Batiste's Freedom single briefly flows through loud speakers' stadium cued synchronicity, ivory's vote prior. Eva Longoria's beauty resiliently mirrors.
Enlightenment's fluttered announcement sophisticates Oprah's signature beloved prevail.
Lisa Rochester's tangerine hope emblazons autumn's promise fruiting.
An entire person is a universe's poetry authors annual's impending anniversary. Fortunate. Better than we found it's vulnerability serenades Maren Morris' eclectic calm acoustic voicing, eight upon the dot.
Doing the right thing healthily quotes championing, no pine wooden rings' coaster ever once needed. Instead, nine's near wonderous hues.
Campaign's seize and ease chases. Ten's scoring raves. Lavender's rippled lust does something, who says you can't go home? I recall The Lumineers.
Skepticism's gained companion speaks rather than held captive. We got your back. Monochrome legends fire.