Imagine if your world were as hopeless as that, when you live in a world of stone and satire and the cheese is never on the moon. Timothy always said we should go with him, but the dogs were too ferocious, we just couldn't swim across that lake. It wouldn't matter much if we did, the jelly at the end of that road didn't connect with our kind of
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If you weren't me, I'd probably give you a high five. We'd just be clapping if we gave ourself a high-five after all.
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