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Not tap, Patton!

Not to castigate tag, it’s a cotton.

Notate, “We tat on”.

Notate, “We wet a ton”.

Note—a sore—I die!”—Rosa Eton.

Note bistro orts I bet on.

Note bistro perk reports I bet on.

Note bistro pondered no ports I bet on.

Note bistro ports I bet on.

Note both self-same new arts, all a-rut and natural-last raw enemas; flesh to bet on.

Note: Bret’s Luxor expose of a foe’s op (xerox) Ulster bet on.

Note buoys you bet on.

Note Dad: Eton.

Note, Gin, if Yreka Bakery fini—get on.

Notes God’s tact: cats, dog set on!

Note: Grab pull-up bar, get on.

“Note lemon gas,” a gnome let on.

“Note lemon gas is a basis,” a gnome let on.

“Note lemon gas is at stasis,” a gnome let on.

“Note leper, Dias,” Tut said re peleton.

“Note: Lisa got no day-care ’til a toga papa got a literacy ad on togas,” I let on.

Note, lissome takes use Kate Moss, I let on.

Note nine men yawn, Wayne—men in Eton.

“Note—no red roses sent?” I wondered, “no witnesses—order one ton!”

Note: no sap maps pampas on Eton.

Note—no tar, denim, or bromine (drat!) on Eton.

Note not one ton.

Note, revere ton.

“Note, rise, sit up, Ed,” I say, as I deputise Sir Eton.

Note: smiles made Noelle one damsel I’m set on.