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Cawing for wandering immediately doneListless, helpless, but never spittingAscending out, into the distance, the bicycle conquers.Quickly the fondue was snatched up, Sadism accounts for the factsBuses are larger than sea slugs, likewise an elbow is better than nothing.His ghost attracts the purple solitary crab grassWith a youthful say and a magnanimous enhance we pressed onwardHeads whip back when crushed against anvil-like hairsWe have done the cycle, now rape me--oh!

anonymous

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