Dew sy'n gweld gweld iawn i beth yn y gweith sefol catau i sicrhau oedau bi'ch beth yn yw i'n gweith y dyf Hefyd.

Mae'r cefydau sy'n i beth yn gweith iawn hwn ddododros yn edrych naen.

Mae'n ddwyd mwy'n gweld yn adllad yn soulu i'r dyfyd.

Mae'n gweith i'r tradig.

Mae'n gweith yw.

Mae'n Gweithio Ibl.

Mae'n gweithio i'r gweithio yw i'r pfaithio i'r cyfer.

The Cawry big knives around me where soft, they'd come at me.

No nwn yn policy'rs yw, keep away from him he's a knut John.

If they'd come down and probably stabbed him up,

because that was my mindset at the time

and it wasn't that long after.

I ended up going into Hartley Poole, stabbing the man through the edge

and was meant to be a knutter himself

and then independently stabbed the man straight through his chest

because I had a fascination with knives like there were a God,

I was a long time, and I had to stay up there, and then twist them.

They had a rambore, and then they were with the compasses on.

I'd just bought it. It was at the time.

I was precious to me. One day I went to a party, and when I was at the party,

I forgot where I was. I pulled my knife out.

I started staring at my knife. I had to look at it 10-15 minutes, just forgot where I was.

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