Dearest and dropping furthest
Your floating fancy free and at your mystery in a flurry across the flop air holding and the like with some God awful magic and with slowmind renatural in being towards the flat thing in the heads of humanoids with less meaning then before then before Aped!,,, the light fantasia.
Waiting! where it was signed near where it was seen by which it was found ,
for thee to read aloud.
Your old double barreled shotgun
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