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he's being a contrary feller that brother. this morning was surgery. while waiting consumed a shameful lot of loquat. stolen. from the seeds there'll be little trees. rose family. as he swam up from the bottom he answered the nurses okeee-dokeeee. can you hear me? mmmmmm. and now he demands yogurt and flavor specific. very particular. the good news is he can't move. feeling inspired to harass i am. what he reaps from being sassy.

the auto will now move in every direction. i believe she'll even hover. the men that work at the local volvo are all attractive and wear intellect specs. mark and remember.

the father paid a visit and drilled me on my pro-nunc-ee-a-shun. exquisite. hyrdogenated. banal. we differ here and align there. i've still got some maternal quirk in my sound. that i don't say winder is a blessin. i reckon.

tomorrow being a friday the flavor specified will change. however i will remain. let's us hope sleep will take some sour from the patient. that the pills do something useful. one thing i can't abide is watching untouchable misery.

souvenir cluster of loquat there. and a turpentine perfumed mango. while i hear snoring i'll have me some and sleep myself.