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Let alight the furious door to awaken its immortal bread of dough on us! Oh wise dough! (We eat the fragrances in paths askew, drink the nectar of gravity and plow the fields, our vita fresca. Oh summon the banker for my check!) Dear sweet Delilah of Squap wherest my scraps, my traps? I need thee traps to ensnare bacon, the holiest of swine remnanted, then lettuce and tomato-oh, oh. |
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