The LIbrarian's Index Card just read, yours crumbled
"Well, love, it wasn't a good racer," an egg tapped on it's ricepaper ink lei line
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
the woman in the Daisy Duke's told. She gulped down straight tea, no sugar, on ice, drained the Pepsi cup of the stuff, crushed it a...
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