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MY SOLDIER ON THE MODERN SCREEN

   Verbose lit a darker shade, inhaled the zig and flicked all screens into less than mild. Verbose knew the situation conformed merrily's
score forgotten, records awash, cases jumped; Verbose laughed painful, splots. Verbose burned his verbose I>D> in the half-middle youths, static without nuances in the Glen-verbs, ban the verbs, use the "concept of life" more paranoid before that, mells-ballsa in burning subs of nose-bruise. Verbose lit a cigarette, screamed his name as the bullets ripped his liver out. Dead verbose made his last wish...smoke become Water-Immortal! All is Nothing and No-thing is All. Long live LELAND ORSER!    

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