Mother's Cap Redeaux
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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A. This is John, and this is the cap that mother made. Redo. Little Lander is named to distinguish himself from the village pervert. Big Anders had a fine foxy new cab is Mother made it for him with her shining knitting needles and bright balls of yarn. Most of the cap was red, but Mother had used up all of a red yarn for the cap was done and being unable to afford even basic needs, let alone fancy red yarn and therefore net part of it green and made the tassel blue. Anderson's very proud of his new cap and why not being a proletariat and having perhaps four material possessions between a fatherless family of 18 He pulled it down over his ears and marched through the house, which was good practice for mandatory military conscription Later in life and his 19 broke *** brothers and sisters told him what a fine, foxy cap it was. But caps Anders New are made for out of doors or busting and *** is he must go for a walk it once to show his beautiful cap of red and green and blue. A farm boy was passing, leading his horse wasn't actually his horse. The horse is actually the property of the state, like most things and notice standards, beautiful cap of red and green and blue and made him a deep bow. How proud Anders felt, among other deeply confusing feelings and just risers. Then he made a big boy. He knew the boy wore high boots and had a brand newjack knife in his hand. Now, this year would be a red flag for most kids, but Anders was a dull boy. The big boys stopped short toe look at Andrews. Beautiful cap of red and green and blue even went up to Anders and felt the blue tassel violating enter safe space. I like your cap, said the boy through Elektra Skrine. I will give you mine for it and my newjack knife to now. Anders had never had a jack knife and wanted that bright new one very much. He thought he would be almost grown up if he owned a jackknife, but of course he would not give up his beautiful cap of really say it again. Red and green and blue, that mother had made for all the jack knives in the world would take a least a flamethrower to get Anderson talk turkey, so he shook his head and walked on again. Handers being adult boy, he never realized that after such an exchange, he could promptly use his new knife to get his cat back. That's coming into possession of two caps, acclaim unheard of in a ship shoveling village. The next person he met was a little old lady when she saw Anderson. Jesus, we get it already. Beautiful cap of red, green blue. She spread out her skirts and made him a curtsy. Anders was too young to fully realize the lewdness of this public active indecency. How dressed up you are, little boy, said the little old lady, and naturally offered him a Werther's or a peppermint harder than Adam, Auntie Em or some other horrible people. Candy. You look fine and foxy enough to go to the king's ball, and she meant the *** bar down the street. But Enders assumed the royal definition. Well, I will go, murmured, enters to himself with grim determination in an oddly eventual undertone. My beautiful camp of RGB that Mother made is fine and foxy enough for any ball this he vowed, and off Ender started the king's palace, it being conveniently right down the road. Apparently, why not? At the gate stood to fierce looking soldiers with guns over their shoulders and shiny steel helmets on their heads, shiny steel. Having just been invented at the time, these Anders thought to himself, are not characters to be playing **** fuck games with they stopped Anders and one of the mess, Roy, we're in a foot. You thank you. Go new fracking little sausage Clear off out of it, and her smiled at them and said, I am going to the king's ball. Are you playing **** fuck games with me, Boy set the second soldier. Everyone of the ball has to wear uniform. Just then, the princess happened across the courtyard. She was dressed for the ball in a beautiful gown of white satin trimmed with gold ribbons. It's not really uniform, but I guess, being the princess, she gets a free pass on that one. This little boy does not need a uniform, said the princess. He has such a fine foxy cap of RGB t. I will take him to the ball. So Enders walked beside the princess woefully unaware of her pig party intentions. Stone cold ***** up the white marble. But white marble is the master marble steps and into the King's palace. On every side, there were ladies and beautiful dresses of silk, satin and velvet and occasionally latex and gentlemen in fine foxy uniforms with gold braids and buttons. Buttons, having also been recently invented at the time they held, bowed deeply as Anders in the Princess passed by. Anders assure it was because the beautiful cap of RGB t Q that mother had made Anders was a dull, dull boy at last, enders and the princess came to a big hall where there was a big table set with snowy white linen, the Master Lenin. The plates and goblets on it were a shining gold. It was a very Armenian decor. There were great dishes piled high with rich, popular cakes who all thought they were too good for me. At the problem in were a bunch of anorexic plastic sluts. Anyways, there were bowls of shaking jellies, pink and green and baskets of fruit of many kinds that found the term fruit offensive as if they weren't abominations against God. The princess sat down in a chair of rich Jew gold with a creamy nougat center and told Anders to sit in the one beside her. The palace was one big mocking slap in the face to the impoverished Libyans outside its gates.