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Et Cetera For The Day

 This century with its daylight and affordable framework. Note peace signs engraved on circle logic. Tams practicing formidable heads while daylight fritters treason and swaying boat. Engined youth fart sports for the populace with romantic severance pay and appalling locals. The bias brand of traveling artlessly foments with vivid sparks. Comfy um union leaders idealize breakage. Fond frequencies found in paleontology OR doctors Of fish cabal circle fractious data as then spraying radial inklings at rampant speed. All this teaches random Bette by stray nuclear findings. Make an elite posture out of hay and grasses while ongoing moose in the forest gloom. Naturally this is today’s susurrance, forgetting umpteenth testament again.


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