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Aberdeen - “I need Reba!”

Ad: “Anacondas saw I was sad (no Canada)”

“Al, let’s peep!” - Stella.

Tint it, nit!

Oh, a din I saw was in Idaho.

On Asti, it’s a no!

One cardinal asks Alan, “I’d race, no?”

One mohel assesses sale home, no?

Ore has a hero?

Par was a ‘wrap’.

Partisan era sees arenas I trap.

Peeve not one veep!

Pit Qanon on a Qtip.

Pity me my tip.

Polite, yet I lop!

Puerile epidermis: I’m red, I peel, I re-up.

Pun, “I go gin up.”

Pup, aligning, I lap up.

Anne is a nine motor pro to men in a Sienna.

Art named it, a Gnostic illicit song, a Tide mantra.

Dee, his worn rococo corn rows I heed.

Doc, note I do tell Enid, a nan in an ad in Elle, to diet on cod.

Emir, Pa saw 141 was a prime.

Eton, I must relax on an ox alert sum I note.

For placid Ara was, I saw, a radical prof.

I’m a Smurf, off of, forever off, off of rums, ami.

I’m an ass in a jab at a Baja Nissan, ami.

Mad Rob ran nan one mile tops, Ott, to spot Eli men on Ann arbor dam.

Nam opera nutso Trevor got to Grover to stun a repo man.

Note I, dire grub as is is a burger I diet on.