Amanda's POV
It was a luminous day in farawayville. I was quietly walking past the streets of my beloved, humble abode. You see, I am quite an adroit girl, and I am also an aesthate in this aeviternal acedua. My brilliant jet black locks whirled past my face. I am no braggadocio. I am high class woman. Hubba hubba. As I pranced about in my beautifules town, I managed to construst a small bricolage which I just barely fit into because of my remarkable altitude. I tall. Holla. Near my eyeball sight was a man gamboling about oh so contently. My EYEbALLS shimmered in the gloaming dayshinelight. It was an oh so gracill caballero. As I stepped closer to the hue of many colors, I was attacked by the fragrance of pubescent boy. It was gross, no kawaii booty boy. No hubba hubba. To make the scenerio even more worser, the caballero was actually repugnant. I was not sporting my sport glasses this fair day. This hoe was ugly as fUCK. I turned my back and gracefully pranced away, my precious adorned locks flowing behind me. I bet you were expecting a magnificent love story. Well, youthful liberet, the libeccio does not perpetually mewl a mimosa mithrol, if thou knowth what I meanth. Peace out, bitch ass posers. Imma go get some apple sauce.
