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 What
a dift asterquot!
Drooberdank,
but trondiac, Larick overfrab the vermous fersion, and
boove to jime his livic pipple, the odrotresh from the
unhoisable misket.
“What
about the plerapharge?”
“Grud!
It doesn’t shamagank, flist we don’t slup.”
So
estrinking, Larick’s pipple vute the upstirmentious glox he swope, and
pinterly the protambic korberwack impand with bockril bling.
Ambifrabically,
they extratoshed themselves along the denstural lonk, and mest the
tarasplenk indrastivated.
“Hargolemnic,
don’t you dack?”, blad the odrotresh.
“Intermatious”,
crose Larick. “I’ve never mauched such a thambindulously glorinsic
flepistry. Elbontural for a Querday.”
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To Be Compielded ]
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