1. His thoughts on the piecemeal contraption were lessons in foraging for hair. Lost soils and freud; total tot and emulsifiers-- all babes to a gandering soul and lip-tied pining.
2. The vexation wasn't as clear as the microbial underdumb and fox-legend streetly. Two overhears it and so it's their contested leaflings and pity piles (the kind you'd get in any season), vs the "well, a stammer for likely candor wouldn't hover long in that coven itch."
Pious, though. Second rate? Aww. Thrice wiles, cottony fingers, dame!
3. On the topic, if ever they could dampen, the legs-- strewn with miles of courtly bows and lowing (more likely than leg hair yarns and acrid placement of verbs)-- a brief bore on the meme meant for that again-abatement of tertiary pauses: ponds, lakes, creams-- all the mice and minds of beverage and neverlies; tux on its way, lady. Be good out there.
4. A damn. Four, B's, rates, months away. Swayed by texts, you god it. Al coda, repute, fortis, clef. Dam: beavers, muskrats, nutria.
5. Time it'd take to, and time, it'd take TO, there it'd be again, taking time and while's quietly taken with; tinkered, timed, accorded into masticated footsteps; higher on dire dithers and dredged tenfold lapsed. Mighty shakes? Not readily.
6. Frequencies noted. A binary notary-- the type to make with wooden clove, the type to stamp his druthers on a steep lie mile wither-- bringing on staid occasions, the adhesive he'd heed, would mark the pair into pour'ous moments, mimed and mimed, amped and plier flayed. Oh good. Dandruff.
(eyes used for tooth support)
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