it's not sperate

page two (couldn't get to bottom of screen so this beginning is continued from the bottom)
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learn here.

the same chitlin scrambles up to see the picture.

slow down like the river , he says to his wife.
oh. mash u.

it means tganks. H

they rake in some leaves while talking on a stim homestead. he says she's going slower.
she laughs over him.

where's the cheptehl at the end of the bay?

don't cut off the ending, say it, staying write there in the air.
no, it's too much to put a scrap at the beginning.

that's an old wivestale.

he's a ball hog, he Sayers back noticing he holding playing with the puzzle the corner of the sky hard made at the end of a snake.

ogrim. you're rapping is too cheesy to be fire. and brick.

he throws a paper into the yrah crumbling trash intO a three paoint basket.

choai Ming. winds up and throws.

see that slip of you hue. that's the matrix?

no that's Lemieuerua. IE froth. gasping.

more life than law more gase. he says in his deepest montana.

the chitlin hip Reggie laughs and its scans into the fish it really is. the same puzzleholi that makes the ending cut off Yeager to read.

then this ones a scrap?

a scrap of big grass to e newer.

moment omelet. sometimes autocorrect. damn. get more personal. not ads. cognition, renowwned, he adds. that's where the other author needs to be the reader. e reader. and more serial and chaise.

then gimme the hearing. she lets him hear, miles away. waits.

listen this puddle is dense. but not simple in that puzzles tic way.

then that's the trick u wanted to learn.

the scene changes like a comic strip. serious comment.



it's not seperate. they eat a real fake holistorm. a real one. :) that is why he said.

but boon, or treasure, is a mainstay in the wise fathers.

the wise fathers, the aft of a ship.

the slip technique was beautiful and mainstay. but nothing like the main nightbus.
that
came every Friday, shifting up,

sitting there it got to yolk its arrivals of steam of exchaust csugh** pipe)) and build on the hictogramsog of philanthrouopy of hehy anyone could travel anywhere type of attitude.

this could take you leaping. but no tricks.

chapter 2 rly gunning for imagery and jesterica

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this doesn't work. says yule.

that does. the reader connects the dots and he shows off his sleek anaconda felt zipper 2 no moccasin etsy pair.

she takes off her glasses and looks at the screen.

------end chapter 2 interlude (a moggery)

finish your -

reading it was, as the well from the water could confuse you or make u wise.

nederlands, that's where they sat.

kinna spooked into this trial trip of being man and wife spies, like a Bollywood version of Christmas that scared your throat into going voiceless. time for a drink of water as she sat by the golf course, teaching him to go slow when making a put.

they atraphied making the vacationer masks and wrote a status on a favebook msgreade.

it scares them like wounded wind.

you're biting the wind up. she says, wind not necessarily the spelling problem with his advent into looking up a word in a theasaurus as he sat watching her sit.

site 1, water.

in the adventure grip, the wind was more important than a stage pace.

later. they notice a passifyer monument in a srahop window glancer.

is this top? as they get to the end of a lane..

no there's more.

they turn the corner and get to circling around blocka where they started. and yearn to get on to the next day.

don't know )3 he says.

then it was a good idea?




yeah, taught me about electrixity and cities.
as u said.

the crowd laughs, but not like a horror matrix movie post appocolyptoic in stoic nightmare.

they skip the tour guide.

the next day. that at,

no she says, let's take the tour.

no man. he strikes her glint of glance. a tour we make, no guided.

non guitted then.

paces. in meditative mode.

they mediateted,

and did choogon, an Algonquian dance. no trashidy.

the trashed coat, lating there in the alley they walked past after lunch, spoke of no thing of bane.

a bit egged? she said.

as a

little chichlin (a furry cold blooded mammal) with ravbit like ear scammed past.

I can teach u about the ahadowa, he mused.

shaddows scene 2

the narrator intervenes as douautheer here to explain that u, not some reader, but sun reader you. must ask yourself when the story goes on next!

they bend a nestle candy at the holly store and stomp over to a club called jazze jesteR.

in some other world, a man reads a black text banned by aircom over by an unimportant pool.

she noticed for a moment but said nothing.

listen, I feel like I've got a squirrel song.

never mind you! she smooches with a squish face while picking a box of Chinese food.

you run slow like a river.

write that down mister! her cheeks whisper matching her eyes.

they play a favorite ivy five'll moobie, and the water they drink becomes more important to be charity to wise old ahamans walking the streets as unhomed than to drink as a firework display.

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he reads his text message.

ohp, no scare. but a storms comming.

why did it say that? coigh, say.

oh. because he was scared. the movie was fearless itself.

then keep working. he goes to his computer.

hope, logical to keep vacationing.

this is t h e cactus of my life. she says, always saying things like that.

points at a non camp cactus, in a children's book at the library where his photograph was taken for a wordwell work luncheon.

pungent. picket. the poet, speaks through the phot