sexy Sentra

I ran into a little girl in the sexy Sentra. The girl was chasing a ball into the street, her mother said, “STOP” but she did not listen to her. The little girl never listened to her mother anyways. So I ran her over, never touching the brakes. Oh, the ball went rolling on, unscathed. She told me she was 7. Lucky her. Lucky 7 is here, without a scratch to her pretty heart. Later that night, the little girl shot me in the chest to see if I was real. Go ahead, touch it. I bleed just like you. I am flesh just like you. Lucky 7 took solace in that.