Lonely Troll desperately searched for a hat to sit and look at. It was considered to be a strange action, to you, but not to the Troll, who expected that the idea was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a hat is the item to select.

Lonely Troll desperately desired a magic 8 ball that they liked to eat. It was a strange operation, to my grandma, but not to the Troll, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, fun. Who would have imagined, a magic 8 ball was the thing that was selected.

Lonely Troll wanted a sword that they would occasionally hug. One might find this to be a new action, to my mum, but not to the Troll, who feels it would be awe-inspring. Strangely, a sword is the thing to choose.

Lonely Troll searched for a painting of a melon that they would occasionally sleep with. One might consider this to be a fairly curious suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Troll, who expected it was miraculous. Who would have imagined, a painting of a melon being the chosen thing.

Lonely Troll always had with them a melon that they sometimes eat. One might consider this to be a surprising thought, to me and my parents, but not to the Troll, who expected that the idea was sublime. Honestly, a melon of all things.

Lonely Troll desperately craved for a cucumber that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It was considered to be an astonishing thing to do, to you, but not to the Troll, who feels that this idea is fun. Honestly, a cucumber is the thing to select.

_{_{_{_{_{_{_{@steemcleaners and @spaminator}}}}}}}