a man, satiated & rectified, walks down an urban street. his twilight trod takes astounding thunder in every indefinite print. the bare-bitten asphalt precludes an absence of local law enforcement & absolute truth. no matter previous paranoia, to that end, he was happy. in all entirety, the pleasant ambiance of cold and quiet construction perturbed
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Lots of bigs words I didn't really understand.
Good nonetheless.
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