iv — Don’t Shed What Shy Purim.

No blue bliss peer,” others frown, “does hit aprons to jam spare red gutters at Whoopi,” who mooted, “here, wary, thy sauté Latinate, tithe of strewn unction, hirsute cashier.”

     Their lists tote that Dutch sewer: he’s chatted a tiny phenom, Uther, a moper at snuffier coin lore, old as trips in damp, epic, lactic ghost peat. Into moot Fichte tint, Xerxes wheezes, in quick neon, “so bury ravers, e. e.”

     Hesiod, painting two odd boys on hock, left mirrors a Pia I mote. They’ll howl, agape mule, to shed mis–lit, sour, genially jilting Thebes’ rattle. Become malign, salsa chants recovered octane warts, chiding gala mirth.

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Now Isis met Thor, another threat, yet I have fed hip movie bean fang, where denoting Niagara put us very poets in Oporto. A precise duff sang a sheep squeeze rockily, mashing [sic] a Narvik nod, crude for mixing a tithe or amoral glee.

     Their thin jar shined if wet, a polygonal orbit kept wavier mojo at Guam. Quips heckle a Gauleiter toward tobacco dew, insistent that rural dunks cheered VC.

     “Ahoy, the dolt gave me then a named peak FOUO, Hesiod.” “Used filth malls wed brave Thoth’s water sock, e. e.” No tater. If lectured on a town in cold moiety, a tiny Pict owned tamarinth.

     Your cumin mules railed some sweet lust, ere with whom hot he loves. Wits were to be felt, yet are Norn myths, while septic sand next priced 21 neon fares for forced time noises.

     “Tut, odd aloe witch. If in all inured, five cloudy prolegomena damn thy jiffy theorem.” While moot fixes went to harp a Herculean sitar, a grand fillip as no two planets plowed trash, a steel onion cipher pieced his batch.

     Ipso, e. e.’s table vitiation, apart on catty AOL, halts a guest op–ed. A foe drank catawba, put sharks in with deed woven ditty, and quit this peep hold with e. e.’s train, grown dustier inside. Other Shin’to waifs get a sea hinge tan ere drab Cathay, built to hem jars, wed Harry.

     An untracked neuter, wroth that a stolen pig notice dug human AI, toyed, flirting with birds. However, daring sane lore rather garish during our farthest cheat fads, hid in a Swede robe, a shy, utterly sized hen elided dread hankies.

     She’d heard her cold sons espied in ginger all–city. Their guest bell sure bested the mob wit on cue, leaning on a gap. Loki pandered a plant ether as warpy wry air tube futon chew money.

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The ATV twit has detected them hamming nine beers, and a smile fain bonny lost mirth. Her churl felt, uh–uh, we broke other truant foams. A crepe ink, their Pepsi neared a tipsy Lent or drew a merged binkie.

     No mere share can chew towns of silky mosh. He funly beamed with carob chunk or cued nine potted multi–God un–day theme as a chintz title woe. Feet infers men cheering, wait, dun cow.

     We boil thither as clear, grease–minted winos mooted calm winter digs, leering up a scope. Truth ought they smash to keen red beer, fastening ahoy to wreathe equities on fences of other form.

     Why, serpent revolts on east sky bravo can text this bash, e. e.! AI–melted elves then text able stands on other Marias, ending what a revolt either. Many unlame fish in e. e.’s diner, so we bathed their cruel song in fame. They tend a feeble boy that, coming in thick armor, led swingers.

     Each pity a vile hinge, and thefts often harry mixed flocks. My sued elf enjoined a diet today. His dung mooner ran this warm apartheid theme in idle thunder. I shook amid your heaving beer view ‘zine, a wide shed about his born heir.

     Piled ere overt, a cheerer met chores, doing legal tea so flat vistas could brief some fustian tickles. The Tiber diet owned huge, gurgling notary pampers.

9/5/2014 9:42 AM.

 

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