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Noon tide self gets selfish. After work holidays. Spending the spendthrifts good sake heritage to save the goldfish. Gift wrapping paper wasted. The collage that I was making wasn't getting any better. Stakes !! are poorer, help forsake fortune isn't popular with the humdinger. Change was evident, from the time I began. What hex brings never finishes until the farmers are happy. A clunker here is suburbia somewhere else. Sunglasses are common as east sunrise licks stamps first the frost is gone by the time I get there. Bed wasn't close enough to get the handle on wild arrays. I open my scarf and eat mt twinkee, from the otherside of the globe someone calls 'your application is a fraud, get a diploma'. I know my tail is to long. I'm going to chop it with smoke and not think its fancey.
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