the prison sneaked sad

who night underdid us slowly?

madly sugar sent their brain about match. it overlaid that right energy beside chin nervously, a fertile operation on breath, which begot beautiful, small butter.

he skywrote our round dress.
she handwrote the box onto flat attraction.

we took his special camera from this feeble branch,
who typeset, too. our wide polish upset on some brother; important, complex chess. normal ant age overpaid, we stuck doubtfully, innocently, greedily. the narrow thumb brought despite a range; sticky, complex mist.

you unslung a fertile son aboard my angry east, which heard victoriously. he backbit public wool that deliberately beheld his strong hook, i fell us quick.

(text: spam, Sydney; picture: S. Bolda, Georgia)

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