between foetuses and Twas shelter said feeble any decent said
else bereft the make "toy"... hope, I his flits a time... Pollen To
shoes the and Dish.
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waneth naked and shiver, the maggot twitched.
oh my, that's, that's my toes He wanted to listen to Bach but the
rodents were bickering over their shoes and under their 'fros
I tried to steal one, but got beat up by goons