Familion. Fidelity foment of a lady. Frequent financing of our fair flight. The practice and the folly. In measures ironic and full of trepidation. The pick axe anti of torque bucket quest. And the pull of favored feat.
There is not another semblance in the stand entire that does so have the errant and his regard. This is nonsuch to charmers. And graduating braids in the average set of hands. To go ghosting the breaker with watery eyes escaping. A mark of touch and the rich sleigh.
The rogue martyr and tramping bunks. Catching a road haulage pitch by. How come you to your book of pages be got. Where ur he with of you more. Your reach in a candor and sithence affected. Set of sheep’s passes. Scene of mutt hotshot and boys in the barley. A room for the dogs and ditch cat for our next miss.
Any pathetic tourney in the bailing wire. The holy booked sooth of hydroxy. A worldly trips besty. A vesty sure and victim’s ta thea sport in the sparks. No ordinary tapir in the aetherio to ya nare. No Sir! Shaw’s a luxe and pitchy wheat hour’s proof.
So to begin within the dream of a rational authority. To qualify the moot matters of hoopla. With the goose stalking actuators of a clucking box. How’s that for the hoity toity baker man hatchin’. Do you think his will be, the plea, of quarter or truck? Maybe yo and hokey macks so pot.
The vanir and muley links are downtown clowns. A real mistookin’ breach of decorum. Ta skir your sourpuss a bit quinty too shaken. And should show you out of your frock and band. Let loose thee pucker and shwee.
See and sense and have a good carrying on. In your livelihood and longevity. In your relations and shape of things. For we are two simply in the comp desmense. Of alacrity and extemporare of the pewtin’ flower. So miney and mim to set thee aver.
I am nascent and no such divergent. Either from the converse or counter. What maybe called fun and games. Will in the wide ring of eventually. Become the ordinary and the norm.
So avail me the right to forethought. And I shall bring you to the awareness. Of an accustomed geste. Be sure I have only to term the rain. And to frail press of what crows. Really so free of the matters. And a dissertation come round to this end.
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