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seventeen

Step. Cite. Opera’s era hares are poetic. Step on tundra, Poe. Leporidae has a hero, Vin – moonflower if no barber. Éclair? Eats all a pomelo. Got sugar? Dreg it on, Sir. Elf fired instructress a lab revisits. I trap. Any more help may meet testacy, baby. Baby cat settee. My ample hero, my nap artist is. I, verbal, assert. Curt snide riffler is no tiger. Drag us to golem. Opal last aerial cerebra bonfire. Wolf, no omnivore has a head. I rope leopard nut. No pets cite opera’s era. Hares are poetic pets

3 responses to “seventeen

  1. sisterBIG's avatar sisterBIG ⋅

    Damn straight curt snide riffler is no tiger. No riffler is tiger. Nothing is tiger but tiger or tyger

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  2. jencat's avatar jencat ⋅

    you taught me well

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  3. Taz's avatar Taz ⋅

    “Drag us to golem.” You’ve captured the political landscape. Have you heard of the planet called Braino Braino?

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