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in hapsslj i found out that aljkco = laocoe. i'm am no longer a waffle iron.
i learned the secrets buried deep within the Chippies, took cold blaha to the wan grocererer and the alpha nacho axle salesman who spins on his left foot uncontrollably, like foucalt's pendulum, in the heat of night, snoreless or ubersedated, came away from me thither and whipped out the last bowl of gelato for the nightmare tulip and even though i never bothered to interrupt, couldn't, the glaze that he applied to all of my walking canes ended up being more than what was needed for my solemn, wide-open trek through the ghettos of hapsslj.
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