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My Inner Voice Told Me So

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At the end of the meal we shared, my participle principles split my jeans, when you called me to split the bill! What about the banana-split you had for dessert? You split-up spilled friend? Or the soggy split pea soup you asked me to boldly forgo, for the aperitif? The tiff began and ended with the present and past-principles of split personalities, listening to their inner voices with split-end infinitives.

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