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inside the thermos, radios sat around, played cards, changed mindspans with the deviled casserole. they guessed wrong about the traction of dick tracy's candy hotel. before the drag show, pedro got stung by a lysol-cheating, diptheria-moot bumblebee wearing soviet tanks. there was time for nothing. the quiet sprinter was meddlesome, pickling his furniture into quasars especially clutzing apart. some scissors punched a no red alert hippy in the wooden chair. just upon the spices, we laughed and found a big sky and a horse with a tilty head and a spoon hanging from its mouth dipped in kerosene and turkey chi.
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