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| Hi I cook it well...About to blow my fuse, believe it or not! | |
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| Musical or not, how about I listen? | |
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| Milieu is certainly the clairvoyant uncertainty of unequivocal mist. |
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| I vary my corkscrew benevolence, as I monumentally subfate the lime of treacherous time, of Eagle Scout mercy. | |
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| O yes, there is a beaming Crystal, in my midst. | |
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