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Men At Work 8(Part 2)

Purging through leaflets in a Fiat,scrounges the diary form for a tinge at the pulses;

"I held a pursing pose.I had it with a pout.Who did they want,Gin, Marie?"

Kept piercing at each passing ray from a stance of reciprocated prudence,reckoning;
The kindness in words,how viable to engage the variable in place of subversive encounters at an Act;

Realising more of the free thing released endeful groups of frantic onlookers who couldn't find it fond for her conveyance to be a lot less reveling.

"Streamline novices,most types compass a stifling stratum of the urbane peripherals.From their opiate,feel less privileged to vie for ethereality in pots.Honeycomb, courgettes fallen this Christosmos.I would think;"

The repository lady so called to it's misguided notion in setting aside a mingled cylindrical conspirator she held against Deck,the quaint operator with a Marsupial dialect.

"Even with a prevalence in dialogue on the precedence of an Asteroid:
A pact to celebrate that we're non mater,t's my urging;

Gnawing the guy behind the minor,"Le Roux aced the spade eagerly pointed at an edge marred with growing cloves.

"Has his confines appeasing family he's right setting a minimum wage yet its all particular to him settling a mirror in the midst of a compound.
His precipitous eye reminds how the portentous title of a pernicious prince,pretentiously stole tenacity."Seaming a broken line to finesse,trifling for sustenance:as has assumed the ethos in referring to her side stems.

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