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Think.
Like mountain climbingor skiing in the alps
Think of it.I don't.
It was a big fat [...]
Wet, the ugly pavement cracked
It was unsafe.I thought:
Insect posse will be crushed.
That was a bit from Code Selfish.
There was not much going onin the minds of the weak.
They were unprepared forlighter kleptomaniacs,so-called dangerous.
There is sad
And there is bad
And there is sad
And there is bad and sad.
Dangerous.
And the meek shall inherit the mirth.
They were big, panoramic"
Same again, sir?"
How can you have the same again?
Dangerous.
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