Harry woke up the volgende morning and glided downstairs. Carter was still asleep, as it was only 9 o clock. He scooted into the keuken-, keuken and searched in the presses for something of his liking. He eventually decided on making a fry. He took out each of the ingredients and placed them on the table.
Take me door the tongue and I’ll know you,
Kiss me ‘til you’re drunk and I’ll toon you,
All the moves like Jagger, I’ve got the moves like Jagger,
I’ve got the moves like Jagger!
Harry’s phone buzzed in his pocket so he took it out and answered it.
“Hello?”
“Harry love! How are u dear?”...
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