PLS PLS PLS PLS HELP MEH Ushy gushy my p^ssy he wanna take him a lookey
Got yo *igga in love he say I don’t f^ck like no rookie
If I give him the cookie he gotta pay just to book me
Cashapp is $Shayydee5 take it all I’m a f^cking bully
He tell me stay the night sh^t I might
If that *igga spend a check then imma ride it like a bike
Make that *igga give me neck and then I told him take a hike
If he special then I’ll sing into that d^ck just like a mic, It’s aight
Good p^ssy don’t never gotta wait and good p^ssy gon forever stay paid
Give him sloppy head and then he clean up like a maid
Always been a queen, take your *igga, call it spades ;))) LMSSS LOLOL

He leaned his head against the wall; his eyes were shut, his hands clasped in each other, and his body seemed to be sustained in an upright position merely by the cellar-door against which he rested his left shoulder. the lethargy into which he was sunk seemed scarcely interrupted by my feeling his hand and his forehead. his throbbing temples and burning skin indicated a fever . . there was only one circumstance that hindered me from forming an immediate determination in what manner this person should be treated. my family consisted of my wife and a young child. our servant-maid had been seized, three days before, by the reigning malady, and, at her own request, had been conveyed to the hospital. we ourselves enjoyed good health, and were hopeful of escaping with our lives. our measures for this end had been cautiously taken and carefully adhered to. they did not consist in avoiding the receptacles of infection, for my office required me to go daily into the midst of them; nor in filling the house with the exhalations of gunpowder, vinegar, or tar. they consisted in cleanliness, reasonable exercise, and wholesome diet. who is the story’s first-person narrator