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my thoughts. They verge on the divine. Cup your hand to your nose in an attempt to flutter your lips. They beckon with malice. I have cringe written all over me. When the police order donuts, we crank up the fryer. Please get over your high opinion of drafty craniums. It’s not without. Saying that you’ll deodorize my sandals is not the same as doing it. Dozens of your comrades have volunteered for this mission. Reject them all before you unseat the favorite. It’s no coincidence that portions of our film were sauteed in error. Hot sauce

momentum. No one shares. They all spike the volleyball. The egg nog. The railroad ties us to the hinterlands. Post your memorandum on spread sheets. Wrinkle my nose in cute declension. We fog the residue. It won’t go away without a kite. Wind up that ploy and let loose. Tight. Your fingers do the caulking. Spear a latch in the dog fight. They’ll roll out the barrel. The keg. The flea bitten suit that your grandfather wore to work. In case of debacle, crash glass. Clean up the mess with your two cleft feet. Purloin a pipe for

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