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Seventeen numbers in a row, like uncooked spaghetti noodles waiting for their most meaningful moment, relegated the devoid methodologies into sentient icebergs that make no guarantees. Elaborate calibration, being a torn receipt for an ornithological taxidermist, collaborated corroboratively, rendering the lemon mnemonic endemic.
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is it possible to fall in love with a post, with the written word?
I have no doubt of this. I love the written word and would spend my life with her if she could help me pay the bills.
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