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Wobbling wizardry waves wonderful wandering wilderness. When a beef cutlet equals two minus one h q it is said to be the time if the mountain rise. The mountain rise is a pagan peasantry. The origins span from the birth of the moon. It is time to grab those slices of bread to put with peas on a bus journey. It is time also to wear a sponge hat. Great isn't it. But the ludicrous notions of a multi tasking infestation of an sarcophagus is neither a shred of a word or a slice of a sentence. To be spoken with is subject to much change and charisma creates calm. Good. Wave not a vaporised bean bag at this time for attempting a tango on an escalator is inappropriate and not the way forward. So eat ninety boiled eggs whilst reading a sliver of truth. *** encyclopedia z
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