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Tired is no cost, so consider it.

Top sedater got to Greta, despot.

Worst idea edits row?

Zenith girl asks, “Alright, Inez?”

Put idle, he held it up.

See ‘Purgatory Pyro’ tag rupees!

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

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

“Trap Angie fart, name mantra, feign a part.”

Lives timid, sees dim: it’s evil.

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

A madam ran an armada, Ma!

Rex, impasses sap mixer.

Evil odes opposed Olive.

Must a wonk lab balk, now, at sum?

No slender red nudes reversed under Red Nelson.

Pull a live devil all up?

Sam, “All for a war of llamas?”

So doddered dodos.

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

Sus “boredom mode” robs us.

Tin Age - benign engine began it.

Bedlam sides oppose dismal Deb.

Do I replan my heir every reverie hymnal period?

“Do pot, collate tall octopod.”

Doomed, I sat up if I put aside mood.

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

Embarcadero brahma ham harbored a crab, me.

Fleece index evaded a vexed niece elf.

God Mode robs boredom, Dog!