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Adding many components to a stew today? Flavours? Chopped out pieces? How many pieces? Go on how many? It is never the question of how many components that are within the granules that will decide on how the taste is. It is merely the swirling spoon. Round and round and round. Flow flow flow. But flour is neither a flower nor a floral cape. And wearing an apron is best achieved with a steel frame of shorts, mini skirts, basques, and silky blouses. Bloom then. Oh well a ticket to the tidal wave it is then. But overly priced. Heavily taxed. And non justified actions of a spraying juggernaut at a u turn bend. Otters occur offering ordered orifices. And a big bead wails. Vehement vultures vacate vacancies. And the job is now catering for eight jackals, fifteen cows, a horse with a striped horn, a mystical sap, and a dulled out rhino calling to a caper in a mountainside. Is it exciting? No. Is it wailing? Yes. Drink no spittle from a morning dew bud for twirling can occur and corpulent opulent octopi spring to their defense. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 the times, the tides, the train stations. Many mingling monsters making money. And a curd and whey jumping over the gate up the hill. Zesty testy and interjectory of planetary alignments with a signature curve and a giant kiss for the skyrim. Hahaha now dance with the burgers. Hahahaha peeled gherkin and lemonade smilingly smells suppers. Hahaha and a rush of a dishwasher arguing with a cake on the side board about hairstyles. Invest no militia in a moonlit mortal movement. Xxxxx illustrations z that was the p y q reporting on the issues of tissue paper with the elements of the time of the first two hundred million square miles of whistling sponge cake. Z

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