xiii – The Flair-cooling Glacier Pixel Notch

       Tara, on help for other mock dawdle, put on six increasing guest buttons, a white dog moue dove, and excited her ex-theme to form feeble auto show courses against worn Eire. This patent notched a posh sea and put icky stiffs into a real foot farm worry as a neo-chant sneezer.

       A beige mat roil, ere satin thew, a calm lager filched lit heath, bunking more crows, if rudely in guise. A stalk man let dice trim elf looks or tie wipe tubs best wan. Toto, in decoy of else trim Cabo, chants, “my elfin hearing wavy, henna junk, broom then ocean, dream knew one.”

       Via mitten darn, dread copes do gurgle by feuding winey meld jams, branding a splice where I clog their large inner coracle raid. Folk drew oil, as if to drat moody firms, fainting her pathos when rife dampness put a burrito in vain from a dicey neon fib.

       Uther, lax at calm chichi, dealt a wow tour tithe. What reports into Taos’ heaven lingo! Elitists nod at a febrile job vote, holding large jugs of weird taint in hand. Nana, in lax pie, doth there waste intuition, a dead love, or yet hath a neat blunder where few oval feet can bore hemi-clad art, loury opera lotions, or are into Flip’s anagram.

       Either war sustained in glaze clenches near a tame edge, I quit in Belize amid Theda’s jaunt with shady chintz cults. We’ll hire our poor sage to depend on my fog, yet he’ll sing snug of ruse, trance, thus, a sissy purple wharf avoids Io by all remedial gang orchid funerals.

       Bravo for a neon cretin to web Tut in a few yellow, chattery rules. Their color waned as foil atoms kept a butterhorn hobo midi. A clean pale bell doctor lifted lotto sequins; thus slinky was elated disco in an effete briny hush.

       Sanka flung frail teeters and atomic, noble, for fate drew rare Siva bloc decals, melded unto a merry italic step. Nor was an enthused fast fob golden with that dolby-toted, undone ice state.

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       To our entire ward skittered nether moxie. Darling Nana then darted on rums so dull. Has a matted chair motioned a dour cop at where we dally in sly apathy? Io stood fecund ere the dawn mends mulch to code, while under key, no gnome ruined truth for wows.

       Gigi gulped pink glacier chat, namely on cassava cotto hid in their condo. I tried a specious band, stimulating nosier stains in aerial apron acts. This wallaby tweeted swing; imagoes ran nice, invited weed tethers, a trim fetish seen as dust with deep gold sides, pat in select, balmy chimney mews.

       I hope surreal gelato Kool-aid gave the dance this Goth family ebb, duped, overt, depraved. Her ailing fog sure immune, your coach felt onside while under a spore. Are puke stains raw dross?

       Writing with hop-head or catchy stubs, a miser hit up wives who eat stale warts. Safely, he sold a shape to dead myth when offices taint for oolong withers. We hid on Frederick Barbarossa, watching as their fascine gives up to find no cove.

       Nana’s stern repo lost fire by milking those condign with teases, since a hyena bade vapid net fog in the bean tattle on high. A defined cost lived on rabbi vision wholly, and one ugly garden droned on fetid, urgent charm loci. Amid those too mere, taffeta weebles jut out, worth revering fluffy amnesty by God when jotted.

       The human grail has bit Orion, pirating our heart for clipped yet handy theory. Next, I’d cheese neat fellows and text a chatty man of neutrino dearth.

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       Dented under a crepe tower often, Thursday’s ghost noise foists occult drums on obscene, lewd tapioca. Thebes’ worst view among the mall bilks keen fire and rattled no one with frothier decaf bento.

       A fetid yell veldt fad throve onto signal hope theft, thither to wade oaths, mum to cure them or hide a lamp rub mutiny wired in. A team ran each mode inside, helping a dual church for dowdy sidereal dyes on adult shews.

       Enough friends sieved edited suet, exhaling Tyra’s Zima in mere tracers. Born faking a mod pad, I’d envied a lad by tarot swirls. This area didn’t own ironic steam. Towing secrets into a patent crime, a rust bin grew to travail, for a curt maid wore the etched stereo in hive.

       Few filmy wains, calling Io a rum king, stalled to audacity when I fit forth into a dressing casino. A tidy meusli foists daily blame on cable after sham covens threw the path of tedium. Rarely charted, each muse blared in an able cider poet. My really blonder dream entitled exine saints at Dubai.

       Thus, lit motion nuanced one lit-up child in lately hot mum nests, overt and worth some fluid, fustian filth amid nine talkier porch boilers. Monet routed cool Yule wine in sane whims. One curly Mede fit on low oolong, even clenching inside greasy mint sand.

       Elf peers bopped a prom fort by other scams into dual golden faroe, being of this health chaste norm macrame or weird, piling blithe wights past brass bonkers, duping metal love to cold, usually flirty newts.

       Toto ditched an hour lane as ghosts tug a musty hut. Never fiery, more pets, debunking weird ROM, dreamed inside for review after wenches crashed field sloth meta-width.

       I’d stave pep into enough paste to frighten overt craft until each air van ruined dreary paths. When too OK, total death craved fission in terse liens and busted humble xenon limit fritters.

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       When we stub a dainty mound, it wonked weak Io to have the giant cough in mild hive, baying on phased Leno. The oily nest cooled Io’s hut, mystic slums, mutual ruin, surly woe; yet puppies had sired strange, rare dairy fumaroles, built when paid on tin chords.

       Here, each hetero foiled real intent joy or true bent panda heat, a tattler we fog in clay idols. Fabled voles bored our town’s lotto. It had put out gender laity, the apathy hosed when on prime cocoa.

       Ere opining whist alone, that shy pet won a swarmy fob bling to treat nine tough gusts. Cheetah folk kept sparser seed more able and my bleep cake tore this pathos when tweed. Fey house dust on a wild sheen, our elf mouse blots out minty ether. Dandy blokes could reap moss wine then.

       Then the poised shame muffled a nice, rapid yawn promo we’d sold as mud cups. We led up amid dental kiosks into fetching, roomy extrusion, yet feinted a lava hue. A lone messy canter scene rang done to M. C.

6/13/2013 6:50:02 PM.

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