errrrr, error fonts and adjacent fits to soothe the stages of traveler lingo and itch... the typeface wants to autocorrect the ifs into of's and ancillary archetypes. It rusts the trust of a ripen do-wobble and labia tiff; restate: majesties aren't without their mention as a man scratches his lice, but aaaah, and say it again: aaaaah, it's a traipse into head gravy and grace; an area not well understood nor dumbed. Don't worry, I'll release the elves eventually. Right now and roaring I'm not, we're not, and it's all a knot to hot-speak a pant into knowledges yet determined. Keep scratching, buddy. Forget the police.
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