Monday

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Just who and who do you think she was, cambers along. A galley filled with slaves. Jarveys too. O cookies to eat the rotted stale ___________not even stale bread! Shhhhhhh you funky dowhatyoulike dumbell, the elevator's over here. Come along plateau 45 its mermaid time in the memory convex.

Mere copy to her strangled thing. Evermore echo to its capture. Dastardly its a dashing era of porcupine pens. Say the pulp of jingoism. Some were known to don dreses at the hour of love. And others after the cafe, and the daddio spoke hours long about the passive synthesis held the professor esteemed above all rare and realest of creatures.