slam dunk the quotient
Ripping the left ventricle like an ice cube made stringent, colliding with the left, forward and right like a TV watching pantomiming vitriolicly exacerbated loss soldier. Callousness doesn't serve but neither does subservientness. That Jack and the intern would rake the mold into striations that evoke nothing more than vagueness rings true only to every quarter. I should know.
Bending northwards like a vacant plot line is only as good as the least of all who wouldn't be considered. Repeat.
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Which reminds me, I need a rake.
I've just come home from a very big day out and I'm tired so maybe that's why I found the first paragraph quite disturbing. Oil of cloves is good for keeping mould at bay. I don't care if you didn't mean that 'mould' I'm telling you anyway.
Zhoen; get a rake.
deb: sorry to have disturbed and no, it isn't a mould problem.
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