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Went down to market and set up a stool cast my line into a fresh meat cooler and waited , too a nap. soon I got A bite and a moustached meat was on my line.. It was a catch of the day...
the next day the multitude of stray clothes stuck to the snow, and Colin's nuts were burnt.
an explosion in texas city in the after war years after warriors came home to find the doks slowlly awakaning from a slumber a strange nacosis that rendered a generation with dogged worries of the power mongers with due arguments they placed their faith in the oily sluggishness of industry to recapture the lost daylight, yet, the damage has been done, and they may never sleep as the explosions reverberate through the decades.
Make it quick and review the steps as you anchor the diaphenyl webbing to this alcohol of direct power basilisk. terrible days are ahead, and nights that rage like a fire storm plumes of cotton phony clouds regret their ever meeting the lime spinting morgan.