The package was round, unshippable even. Its magnetic force was stronger than any of us had ever encountered at the post office. It came from another place.
…love letters to Mable, but who knows why?
Designer afros are a planned perkov.
The word "crumpet" is fun to say. I often whisper it to myself over and over. Some people make a hobby of it, aptly named "crumpet whispering".
It's nice to fly into a brick wall now and then. Clears the sinuses, you know.
Well, it tends to washcloth…I thought.
Broadway in a pan, although not my idea of a good sermon.
Choked by suspenders in the most obvious way, I was able to reach the glue before dirkfall.
Temperature drop, it's so interactive!
I should like to enjoy a fish-bought turntable.
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