thats a bye tho. said Chat, a 40's brown nosed refgulator in the stretch of yandow this work takes plot in.
his glasses on loom, the leader of the mediation scheme on rule board. himselve.
birds. those hgi's. you know. ch- chat?
This IS Not Delegated. (A note is here)
In whose whoosh. Jep, a young graduate asks chopped like.
Scene.
Ripe as fruititility.
She continues, I guess if you say a storied expression, guttittitve, is sarcasm.
Continuimng, As a hyperlink in olde.
Its written the sparse.
Pansive jeans. Like pants and clairvoyance.
He replies.
Ha i got it. She murmurs. Her name, the other beside them, is Gesture.
Love here. A colon. {]
thats why i snap this notebook.
she taps a pen aside.
The clock tastes like time. Metaiconically.
One comm. Whats a leal to a , as he slows down minching on a bit of dinner, there at the office,
Whats a gaze less serialled in silk of warm? he speaks end.
Ue- then whats the engine of instincts? If the catch cant eat it, that is.
Shh, says shogun, laughing, this is not a computer pearl of wisdom.
The sparse is then written.
Then why are u wearing a hat, at the library, murmors Gesture.
Thats -
TBC
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