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Mingling Mammoth Moguls Making Masses Mourn
A worm blew a hole in a basin but no froth came. The froth had gone outside and was playing swimming games with the pieces of straw. No remarkable remainders of a barely bitten straw could ever rot the haze of a burnt field. So often misjudged and misinformed is neither a mystic nor a magician's mortality. All wave then. There now follows an intermission of between twenty and thirty years before once again pickle meets cheese on a stick. Occasionally the pineapple might join in too. Wow. Slice the sluice and stew the sap. And the current raisin is the only one standing in the rivers of the marzipan sauce which drips from brows like cordial on a tea towel. Moon making levitating lemurs then? Good. Now all must adhere to the strict ways of eating rice. One piece at a time. Orderly. Great. Fantastic isn't it? And whose waiting wave crashed through bathroom bringing a shark tribe of three. Fins finalising framing frolicking fickle.fingered filtrations'. And a large.dose of pea juice dives into the shower to escape the sauna. Haha pointed ears of a bin liner in a line. Hahaha baskets of breadth and width joins the bakery section on the b5983. Hahaha dinner did dump during digestion. Xxxxx multiplication z z z z z
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Taoi Chanan
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