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Pickling Polarisation

Vibrational vertabrims vanquish vertebrates on a vista. But custard once opened must be consumed within eleven hours and forty three minutes. But eleven hours and forty three years is a time old game of chess on a blanket in a midday swish. Pull that curtain in dramatic style then. And keep no pin aside forntonpaintnan is a place in which a very nice ambient picnic can be held. In all seasons. No wolla wolla wolla. Ok. Good. Placid relief off a two ton steak who arrives on six legs with a knife, some mustard, ten jars of jelly, and a spoon. Wow. Must be the radio that can be heard and located through those bushes next to the five mile field. Fetching feeling frame fraud freshing freedoms. And a whirl of anticoagulant with a jam. Turning. Wow. Giant bee. Waving. Weary not a ghost of a station guard. Now dance. Merrily. Now drink. And a nice leaf that is green is not a rainbow calling card. Ok. Wow. Xxxxx baby bear before being brought baths xxxxx and a caped nursery rhyme clapping. Xxxxx merciless miracle moving. *** and a dome. Xxxx and a hahahahahahahaha to all of that. Yes all of that. Xxxx procrastination Z xxxx polarisation pickling xxxxx declassified z

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