O tell of hair clips

Wise to that tape, all the land handed him skunks and drunk sky-pies. It was never really a beholden sum, but pretty, still, as a woolen wiled, and would be there then the paste and castes reel of widened gapes, these being deliveries in regular stashes: those types of thighs the ot-months had all over-&-done th' diving for, that off-tango hung.

The man/maid, them shem's, they pried tires off the bland candled, too, and in misbegotten fates, measures tenses all theatricallike, and I mean, all sorts of creamy, well, mixed receptions with, well, you know the kind. A wellness kind. And so, we... well, we, finding your tact straight, we oiled! Bumps made tracts uneasy, and that shill was still in a pirate lode and nevertheless distressed, but cheery as a molar, though dumb as a trucking hake.

I'd shot that high arc of globular matter something fierce, like the terence-tear, a weary young pup and s'up tangent, and billowy too, for god sakes! Wiring itself along that tornado-fed ampy, the better-wearer (betterist?) and candy-hapless feeder (coda return to "C" letterist?), and the lazy tides getting all hideous heist, and leisure-fine as lads would go, with hexes of sullen asp-graspings and padding the prattle with cherubic howls, songs of ol' tuckus with his or her or imperial noun-prowess, who would betray a night of neat decay and braying, eh?

Well den, you were tozed. And in an appeasement of impractical S's (with zed being out to hunch), this caper, this fine dal lariat, as pun-day hanging would heft its clyde to soiled reaches and bun famed weed clotted sears, tolls of ruth and comp and plex, an' ass all the sons leapt for lloyd, ten dimes short of a holler, these sums and rance would prowl that bow beset with ire and ears of wearisome peat.


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