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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


be seen if you can. My boys have a new diamond for their team. The catcher made a play for the cheerleader. If he doesn’t get to first base, you’ll have yourself to blame. Hope is not required. Chutzpah seals the feel. We want fries in our ketchup and hot sauce on the napkins. My lips anneal. They shatter at the sound of heat. You want armored lipstick if you date that guy. We never hit it off. In the end, it was a case of beer. Don’t be fooled. There’s an insult you’ll want