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.
One man rifled through a tabletop of current magazines and newspapers looking for his eyewear. While several people kept eyes glued to a ...
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