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Awe-shucks... awe-ridey-oh, ass chew no or know knot - the end ease hallways nigh ant thee road is hardly ever straight nor narrow. Darefore weak mush ghost alunk the highwaste ant byewaste, winding broad ant shallow ass day art, zen turnip write at the left junktion wear the fork in the road points skyward ant say upon ourshelfs: Big books above, for the luff off reason - how shalt weak tweak ant re-sea-son all hour mr. & mrs. & ms. steaks, both under-done ant burned to a crispr?
Fear ye nod - stair art no answerves hear - homely kvæst-onions like: That's all fine and dandy, butt whenya gonna roll out the barrel, deer Ref?
To witch the supply most beak - sooner than later, bootchall trust half to waiter and sea, see? chew ladder.
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