Feeling Frantic Fraternization
Bean bags. Vacuum cleaners. And dustbins. Lining up. Waiting. Waiting for the cloths. The cloths are counting dust particles. That will take a very long time indeed. And yellow striped lights are not tigers. They are a glow of stained paint. So count the wiggles of several fat black creatures and sigh at least ninety times. Wow. Pin pinnings pricking party paint. Pleasurably. Flavoursome culinary creation of new episodes of a different list. Hahahaha travel training trap. Hahahaha horsey face lake. Xxxxx fraternization z p y q
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