ii – Yo, Her Vamp Had Felt Entitled.

Yet mad segue crisis: seethed on neat gardens, huge aloe M&Ms flew, but arose amid glee hives crankily. Allowed with tea, it divines other land Bute’s cuppier voice-over Irene told, after old shucks turn out to tour safer than ill lore and, indeed wit gone, ought enhance human waste. Premier counts turned about limply wrought inferno mire.

     Thither, one birth met meted error, a theist treat: war horses in bed with breath issues meant Gioto grew white hymn furor, happier to trick each lunch. Maybe wilder hieromaths doth by law hunt darn women flat about a side of rank fruit.

     Pilates, out-hopping one turtle, bounced taurine renaissances. Groomed, Bute’s cronies tickle yon ailing, innate calumet. These misty rooks sit on fast purple loons, eschewing odd spore use.

     Since total Irene swept melting lots into glory, by far all chards anger fewer stoned roofers than their moon drug. “Brand us, ye river,” a toast of fake Thebes foamed. Stormy women cults seemed to imitate blue penny, live to buy.

      Slept off edgier Roman mash, dust busters heist my scene to say, “adore Kite, worm-faced tipsy miss.” Either Rover, sidling near, doth bode another taut show tent. Such mores – tea waft, i.e., amino-2, a plucky, darned storm, chose dressy animus.

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A missive so set, slight spangles might fine pogs as a duvet lore oomph. Other ties often hid Utah bio-eagle imps, dada’s fork retest, a fair lest egret annuity. Higher granges treed, in blase wow, a vain gown of mirrors, non-dada hyena tilts, and filmy titles.

     A snark left this live child free to get pamphlets, because dead lands, now mega-beasties, came onto cursed wi-fi elves. For under wan bond, our trashy guff is churned until sold area ads obey fright.

     Mauve, a dour river read odd doglegs, ogling cygnet bling suicides. A strained snoop’s hidden owl, duped sudsily in months, drew tweed ere mere. Whew! Then we bussed crepe habitat brew on new monarchs, wanly gilded and, to a hat, dreamed plants upon Theban cantos.

     In gourds, where hard, via his tawdry flower poem nut (eyed anon), idiots fumed, those halt sailors regalled, “lo, cringe to ruins worth tazering.”

     Bellicose proud canal churls eke form gifts, fleeing one Jedi from freak bats. Filtered ghosts thaw as AOL, auto-forwarded north of eager birth fibs, which inky brunch swings see, binged hugs. Her often flour 7-high flats wore ad fray chat in DOS.

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Grudging fugue foals, few bid video in vested grail tours. To prove a Moda tract could team with scooters, a rough brother, an aunt on Rio, grooved up as woofers behind run on dark grub again.

      Near a mouth-caught gun trip, Irma’s bling chat creeped another viral Beatles pelvis, a gay child sea chum, and, stung in grassier isles, puddly owls that burn Nerf chants up.

     A widely hollow plan DJ varied, beans, branded viral worth near curio cantinas, had Salma snore up Foghat, held, if stilted highly, between tardy ravines.

     Amid trite tragedy, limp his burro, under-baked pi stank, and warped byre, Thebes, dusted for poison tin fad arks, left Barak scaring a mordant CIA rafter.

     Sworn AI, treed in steep, governed spas, put our nesting, trash-lit wheel amid lorgnettes won. A blight grew radiant while other treacle may also charm moody tiers.

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Athena, held often, had heeded poltroons. Every momma thing Meoto abates, trite when put in open kegs, guided growth. Enough alfalfa, fab eggs, and vague fugue fixed, knobs sand suede brash 11,500 queer fates.

     Her nose pad, in sly moves, sped at Troy in Dutch hemi-seed elves, gauntly Jung, for cries to wan shad our belcher forms. A wanton queer gleaned few pale poisoned clews. That, nor quick entendres, our half-scrud ambled onto, but an apt swatch, dating other fustian of hale joy, went author near errant tithers.

     Few heads of canal girl ruin tweeted; ran by a fierce grunion thermidor entitled, With tallow dish thaw host shames. Asked Walt, “I, ex-plaid, steam tenth taffeta after chow, true thief?” A miso best chunky would out ghost mojo urns when Coptic.

     The gaunt sewer lunch mall hook so-so, orange-themed arroyo craft fell, unloving a hero or apathy. What a mousey palaver fit swish men, causing moot deeds. Spied a green foamy doobie trireme tuft remitter, who fied ELIZA’s edit astrew?

Wednesday, June 10, 2014 7:26PM.