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Vita Windsor and nothing
Vita has a bucket of white paint. She paints the lines in the middle of the street. Windsor is her friend. He flies with the winds. Sometimes they play together. And one time they played so much that Vita’s bucket fell over and all the white paint gushed out …
Vita Windsor and nothing
Vita has a bucket of white paint. She paints the lines in the middle of the street. Windsor is her friend. He flies with the winds. Sometimes they play together. And one time they played so much that Vita’s bucket fell over and all the white paint gushed out …