A husk of the warmth, a shaving from the heat of the day leaves the disposition of old, frozen sand and drops to the arena floor. It takes in the field with calculated, transitory reconnaissance, unfolds a map in the mind, ignores the input
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Just had lunch with your aunt today, and thought I'd say "hey!".
We haven't really talked before, but since I've become friends with much of your family, I wondered if we might be friends too!
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