To just make sure that it comes up. Throw it out the window every day. Even that's a bore. When the Christmas lights are on. And lightening strikes the bowling pins. That's not even funny any more.
Cardboard boxes are for cats. Fricatives for timid ladies who live inside their blessed heads and read too much of Ms Munro and give awards out only to the graduates of thin hall city crisp and clean. Sanctioned them and ironed them, and done them in for 10 to 40 K of education streaming. Just like those countries used to do. It's official—you're creative. Now here's your ticket get in line.
I shouldn't a oughtn't a taken that left turn I guess. Or was it that I should a?
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