when fight or flight chase you out of town
A rocket scientist played Hearts, throwing the Queen aside each time. The vilified kept it, swarthing away; into a new kraken that wrenches the beep away.
The underside of equilibrium isn't made of French Toast, but I'll only find out after numerous partial days.
Like all floodwaters, the wishes and dreams wash away only to be replaced by iguanas and other reptiles.
Take three steps forward only to find that the middle two didn't count.
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