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An Adjudicated Ant
One day a tin got up from a shelf bed and walked out of a house. With the tin went eighty six knives, ten plates, and a large laughing ladle. They reached the outside world and bounced happily down a grass verge whereupon they came across an empty suitcase. It was crying. They all stopped to offer comfort. They did notice the case had wheels. When the suitcase had calmed it offered to give them a lift to the southbound area of flea and flayed flesh. An airport lay just beyond. They pondered for a moment then jumped into the case. Zipping up quickly the case sped off down the motorways over the bridge and beyond. Passing chapel buildings of torturous acts and the despised lemon dwelling. The biscuit man was nearly crushed as they sped down a road. Then finally away from the carnage they were and at the terminals. One two three and hud in the hold if a boeing 809642579000 f and up they did rise to seek fresh pastures in the world. Leaving mould to cause stagnation to suited ones in their turreted ideological sickness. How fantastically placed? Prolonged period pinned. No ha ha or x x merely a % in a flushed pan. Adjudicational. Z
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Taoi Chanan
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