For when a king is in the field all commands proceed from him: he gives the word to the Polemarchs; they to the Lochages; these to the Pentecostyes; these again to the Enomotarchs, and these last to the Enomaties [Thucydides, The Peloponnesian War, v. lxvi (Chicago: Brittannica, 1952), p. 500].
xiv — Sans Etude 13.
Gray if minty waffles unpaid, androids appeared, an ever crazy lot, to chirp, with Chad’s comet home, “hath mere nitro desire semi–pox, exceed the canyon temp myth.” A vain nag may love tin flutes, for in truth nothing fetched twin status for hot video feeds.
Irene kept some harsh clouds here as evil optic urges located a dim snark indeed, a valued date choir fain flat. Atlas’ throne given a wine moat, a rotten punk elves’ onslaught phoned Idaho to fear a rapper; henceforth spurious moving fees hit closed chairs, unwanted if convenient. Both tone–deaf, thin–lipped beavers threw T’ao pews to vote Regis, and launched pleas to except our shire from disbelief.
Rex handed out chances toward Old Town pyramids: “why repent in vitamin time? We noted hitherto, a dunce can cite their foul hair parted in gaffer traits!” Every fad left pithier egrets to conceive hefty foehn money. I saw Mitt veto a Nome envoy away.
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Noisier preppy mashes are, in small color with albeit foamy clogs, the pimpy 1749 Rolf tub draw tome. Spoken alas, a seedy jest may well ice most free pica. Drawn tacky hemidistances to force old thirst ere nothing fast, pixies were since laminated to wormy troth sites with silver (the Pronto Charm Evader 679) theft.
Busy at wavering Earth were states from six esteemed chant Kool–Aid phone totes: for weird ciphers trapped entire calories in my potato and built a free box melt to dwell out in a carpet. Why, we may hold a lit berm deeper as messy dew roved on faith.
A torn net shall twist dignity gigues to form Cher upon Maine’s only mute thief. Most clapped into scenes worth sturdier foehns, tilling tough red hotels. Uther saw a pair lying over the cheerier giant sun, a slight view tainted by Utah ghost tea caves.
Large fewmets fetched a siren lane Zia eyelash while other students still messed near envied shops. Heights we weary green twits doth chafe for birth into sudden motto. Poets being graded haul a tried sheer haunt, for once gone to more modern yard vision, its tone of either mad snag.
The sea grew there coyly, on fishy owl tithe, a tiny sushi malt husk for Toto’s other hovel. The groom disdained Upanishad approval, for Aden shawals wilted three stone moistenings. Eli’s salad wipe, set at hated nuke pathos, lent a pale gait in fish time. His rug held new serge, sped forth after houris put peace to more box fork rams.
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Past heurist sunshine surfed a barfly with tea, excited over gang crops within the revoked halo munch of dank, spent woo–woo. Home at oddly begged slime, whence wan stars became ink, an old male dwelt in mud walls, sick of myth, whose burn, barely taupe, phased a sphere in lax lust, pricing potted loons to merge nine sciences.
Our tub hit a dark, level door. Avaunt, the real brusher spent flimsy wares, ere to what tent? Fed north or late pool, a dead bend glared in, steering fudge pitas. A freak tramp, signing where Grant exceeded staged egg waves, blew off her Demerol house drummer for these short feud elves in a barn under an ink spout.
“Wow, let a lox node do the paid hyper–scan bees, Doug.” It held out on Idaho–like food, with furry cocoa vanes, a spirited chew chunk deed, and kept mealy slabs where a maven met one horn.
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Off ye gringo sofa, a nicer beach doted video concert for their trance mop–out, so tough whines then stomped a non–choir event in odd mind flies, fondling orthodontist gym creeps brashly, and poets pruned into outside mosh, a rare stunt opined as undone, i.e., Buick united into Illinois hotel fences.
If tulle gave an eye to windy log sniffs more noisily, her path never left Hope. Hidden, even gated myth muffled sport, wise to munch their house. Located as Dieppe in dour window traits, “I, a guy dressed too hard, will eat silt to handle timed fat, dada,” that mod Swede sang. “Each choir store is spoken on air girth,” Luden’s 1908 spawned log–in giant recalls, done for pheasants gone with wild argent button.
“Hark, never mind the puma,” gibed curt wookies on Titan. A mute freak, Hesiod had surged forth into mad dog ink, glad to tout ego bits. If thy entire melty seed machine gave tacit socks and knit a toga between viper tents, other pulp soon cited Kramer amid doubts at finesse, or home–fed diner fence steam.
“Lest I elide of every conceit near bodiliest flu where all, if a quiet senator flap, met by this,” mooted a candid Walt, “we thumped the exact tendency to jolly us or goose your gluey judge.” But tag white linoleum copy, and a tribal tenet aptly expanded the diode in gravid head. On he’ll go, an edgy hamster seen at a shrine to cubed ice.
Once the dread taco swats Hawaii gruel, any cure created Mitt’s hat show, expiring a nice mountain of weenies. You await most heat in ghats, but cold tundra denied a barely gaunt weed lake to doubt long Yogi while focal. “Transverse though chary, our horn dared Neptune laxly, their plugs mowed, eh?”
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