Yes, Sailor. Me again.
Oozing some sylable-sewn clusters from the spot I always, 'n-I-meanalways miss when I shave. If you recall, last time I promised, you know what, but I'll have to send it by mail or carrier - as usual, depends on the rain.
Just a minute.
Oxen passing by.
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Yes, I thought they'd have retired by now. I thouht all this urging and stable-pasture comes'n'go's would be l o n g gone now. You know, it's 2010. it's 25 years. it's preposterous.
This is actually a routine update. The ever-cha[lle]nging aw[kward]esome myth remains. As planned, everyone believes there's something else[where].
About the soma order, make it double this time. Gregor didn't make it, we've run out of cider.
... 40-day-long rain makes everything difficulter.
2 clicaram, e eu os agradeço.:
Once before, after 40 days and 40 nights, the rain came to a stop and those who chose to believe were given a chance of a new beginning. I do believe that tomorrow will be a sunny day and something will be brought to reality instead of remaining in Morpheus' domain. Thus, January ends.
Adoro minha mtafora do poço.
Depois de 40 dias o poço enche de água. Faz diferença se vc ta dentro ou fora, e se vc sabe nadar. uehehuheuheuheuhue
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