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“Too fleet, sad ewe, I’ve reviewed a steel foot.”

So, get Little Caesar a sea Celt, tilt egos.

See ‘Purgatory Pyro’ tag rupees!

Put idle, he held it up.

“No, war denizen, ozone ‘zine: draw on!”

Nine vignettes pull upset- ten given in!

Loop still lit spool.

God Mode robs boredom, Dog!

Fleece index evaded a vexed niece elf.

Embarcadero brahma ham harbored a crab, me.

Duo later feuded: a general, a renegade due, fret aloud.

Doomed, I sat up if I put aside mood.

“Do pot, collate tall octopod.”

Do I replan my heir every reverie hymnal period?

Bedlam sides oppose dismal Deb.

Tin Age - benign engine began it.

Sus “boredom mode” robs us.

So recite: “Meek, I let Satan (evilness) enliven a taste, like emetic eros.”

So doddered dodos.

Sam, “All for a war of llamas?”

Pull a live devil all up?

No slender red nudes reversed under Red Nelson.

Must a wonk lab balk, now, at sum?

Evil odes opposed Olive.

Rex, impasses sap mixer.

A madam ran an armada, Ma!

“Do not spay Tisdale lads,” it yaps to Nod.

Lives timid, sees dim: it’s evil.

Was it Ned or a rodent I saw?

Naomi, Amalia, ladyfy Dalai Lama,” I moan.