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The Word for Instant Caramel

 The wind flails free across the verdant fields, winds the size of Asrteroth and no mistake, yokels of the common asshole breed of Judgment flick cigs in corn Time and truly know a hump, meanwhilst and shandy the August Senator from Illiana or Indinois barfs to splint the peduncle of assertion everso vast upon the glissading point of order vital for freehold, and the spell of vacation for the Honorable and most slow-cooked morass of pinnacle outrageousness clinging to utmost cause if not effect, and Internet billabong wherewith strife meets the common parlance with sizzles of the oncological puzzle, Amourican emblems bestride the soothsaid something from quarters of wind and black holesdelight of the rumption and the gumption entitling eyesing in the strict condo documentarianness for footsie among the flowers, such such and gasping gas on the purpled phone home, the sally has begun—-


YOU then with harp tones of negligence may now bend suffixes to the appropriate wind or dogmatic tractor pull fortified by clogged drain eminence for surely the obvious vocal pinpoint could understand half a verb and What think you so? 


Our flivvers await, Gentle conk of forehead deigning, each to the vorpal prime of so it goes: Steam isn’t really water like we used to have, nowadays or ever

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