Simple Theories

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because the big voice silences, the truck of ritual declares the wrong sacrifice is a form of syllable, a  breech Between yes and no a syllable of time works with best television flames eat wood, wood consumes last word in fire, words stick to the last spark many of his young fans are heartbroken

It is true that people drink lead, melted foothill. A fast bomb secures reason.  Friendship collides with typewriter, stomach acid recreates realization. Averting a Sentence means closer. Delicate sensation startles screen. Turn to Squanto, who followed Samoset. Winds of human interference and patched delivery rode on winter. This today with these. It is true that a sum of music fills even winter web. It is true the deer considers Time. It is true that the languages stays for going. It is true in the path of Squanto. Regular tide fills the day like plethora. Nouns don’t count beyond singular. It is true that the men stayed home, far away in the name of home.

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Shooting flying things, amidst turmoil of not wanting turmoil. Get away! Excellent weapon Chewbacca people, homegrown Listen, the narrative is explained with narrative. Dad dies, message. It is how narrative explains narrative. Shooting things insist on purpose, making Imperial yelling when shot. And so you are okay to yell when shot explaining your narrative to the narrative of how lately you have been expecting.  The rest is just important.

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Yorkshire pudding stars flour and eggs with supportive milk in the union of language rises best? Elephant of surprise: high vista of perfect pudding. High is the experience of throwing, loose. You inject Yorkshire pudding by peaceable means. Resist cancers of all sorts, and their political haven. Lord of the Rings is a tale about the rising of Yorkshire pudding in the landlock of political meandering. Gandalf resorts to more eggs in Yorkshire and its pudding. England of course is the land where the Yorkshire pudding secretes its messaging. The words rise in egg clusters of fine vocabulary cook. The space between words remains thoughtful, unveiling an egg, milk, flour cluster. Bring forth the ring, the one ring of Yorkshire pudding. The birds, when they make Yorkshire pudding, involve statistics of ingredients. All elements rise in the fire. You shall not pass alone.