The slow urge to spring forth quickens its gallop and wipes those bleary eyes with a staccato burp, re-sounding the shape of O's and generalized U's into a hue that gives valor where courage falls through, and a chuckling flushing noise chimes in with the chorus of flagella and a spice-so-nice that you have to dash for the sodium bicarbonate and beat the jeans with napkins and hams, getting furrier with each passing beau, and so, hear you go.
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