The nefarious spelunker stole my socks. Whence hither came those blundering Dodos from yonder down the path a stretch, the maiden's hallowed treatises made sparse my steel-toed boot. The tuba notes lead eerily the little lemmings' parade; twas of their own volition to flock amok so wild. From this self same entry I have derived a rolling -- now
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