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And smog they caught on the way back to the main entrance where tumbled down a masquerade via the Alley,when begat;Hissing sounds,two pseudo journals both in tuxedoes and brown,leather strapped with amateur effigies depicting gosh,their Hedonism.So much to call on the Waitresses,the Emperor's courage and so forth.And yes,they shall have m-Mutton chopped,bread and Rice for the evening whilst I crush the lice,iron out the shrivelled rugs and break fuss with the lobster."Afterwards,need i chronicle the new story of that troupe from the vestibule.Its silly;I'll Nome non sai."The blank boy's face resolute,asks onto innuendo.He stands willow against the household stance resonate from the vacant threshold.Curtseyed himself through an open Meadow,though still swaying a little and owing to the limbo ignites the lacquer in his lingo;"I,I am the intangible man,holding firm onto incredulous mandate."She slit a tough nut,split open yet another Jenkins's but still unable to chew the cog spurt,threads of silken web,spewing stews over this untidied mantelpiece.Hush;The tremendous Punchbowl voyaged around the circuses.An unveiling forearmed,forwards gear lenses,handshakes then sets for an innocent accomplice.Ah,haven't we known Jumble from the tribe Israel,whom jingles like the panther Regal?And the handmaiden came back a stride from the school on Philosophy,stumbling with the next batch of grasses,brings fragile glasses milken,News that the torture had ended so the windmill would be running-




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