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Twas the Night Before Inspection

Twas The Night Before Inspection..., Not a human creature stirred, nor seen through out Highland Manor, property carpeted in lush green (a deathlike stillness descended un keen hilly quiet, October 10th, deux thousand eighteen). Vicious rumors circulate wrenching hammering, and drilling psyche where mailer demons invade, that immediate hell fire enfilade natural hair color made gray follicular shocks amply pervade instantaneously turning Janus faced with Machiavellian mean streak inlaid (how word some would say) "stern", any previous housewarming aura experiencing welcome spiel, nor iota of politesse present, but Trumpeting her entourage, asper self important capering escapade taskmaster known to abrade even the most stalwart macho, gung-ho, brave appear afraid, thus oft time tis most advantageous and optimal prospective mutineers betrayed Princess Ja***n Ge***r harridan de jure ushering tirade akin to a petite mal one woman banshee masquerade hoop puts on be preyed upon switching pretentious airs dead ringer give away (immediately points gnarled finger sentenced to clinker visage), non verbal charade hence unstoppable mounting anticipatory anxiety manifests as disabling, impending, oppressing fate cannot be delayed if insubordinate tenants try with futility to evade officials with truncheons flayed doth rarely give surcease renters passing grade she, the consummate de facto grande heiress of Gr***e & Qu**e inherited plum deal, where lifetime employment, and generously paid analogous as born (that way) portrayed maintaining poker face into royalty made, now as single mother to biracial heir purportedly inhabits castle abode with parents, thus no child care costs paid expectant heavy foot falls getting louder, (oh...no that jist my heart pounding whence approaching raid so please inform this jade did troubadour if privy to let (me and the missus) aid i.e. a safe and sound place to call home with this hole in the poetry wall I would immediately make thee a fair trade in lieu of living, where mercilessness doth parade expenses property upkeep, teaching (two door ring) English, or even employed as a mister minute maid.

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Date: 10/10/2018 11:26:00 AM
hmmm, an entirely different language. Unique, I love it. Kind of Marquis de Sade chewing words from a page and spitting black ink balls on his cell wall. A kind of genius in his madness. Interesting characters portrayed here. Must decode and translate.
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