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SUJEN COUGHS INTO MY FACE

As I was walking along the Canal Booleybase, my dogtail bit the
combined analog reverse mode bippy of converted space. The advent regarding all inversial zippy slugs calcified neutronic tire
photographs...Mars needs a big splash! What sight is that? Another
cubicle crash, the surface jibbies moan and slash their tendrils, urk!
Straight people on dope! That angel that's following too close, I see
reading the Rosetta Slime off my bumpers, wot! So, be mellow and
love your neighbors as you would all the time-looped sacrifices on
Love Street. This! Titty-Witty and Wise, good night!

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