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Sachuest Hall

Thus sordid flames fumed,consigning to the ears.Her tassels plume in the rash moment of a splinter shattered.She was reset for long distance,well being born wholly Distal!But the dismal cluster of my remnant avowals gave much resilience.

"Its dandy everywhere,I'm with a bare back dangling feckal Dandelion decals.Exited the highways for the excursion over it's sidewalks,drooling of damaging disputations with reccuring volition.Anectodes of shame,fraud and mischief;
Art for Aut's sake,a deodorized dog bite!"ullock's Haven bemused from the portrait of a Savage with clumsy entanglements from hair elongated posed for weakness.His marionette couldn't ask for more but stare and mock of his hypnosis.

"This genealogy in focus baffles my sensory skill,what devices does the painter employ towards balancing such beauties and grotesquely macabre entreaties?"

She wags tail of Aphorism,hails meatballs,if bales of rounded Fur in the precipitation.

"O it's the Tomb of Tutankhamen.Ibsen's stratum concept overtakes the hues with their reluctance irregularly confining the minutest datum."

Bullock wedged his imaginary fleet horses over to the ephemeral luminosity.

And the Hordes,she asked;
"Are they at all fed in golden Ambrosia?"

She grieved,giving directive by wicked ways with her crooked index finger.Towards the virtuosity she picked about a viscous pair chained,just by the guild at the entrance and exit to a Sanatorium.


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