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some would say that in the city's seediest and darkest sports bar there was a secret cabal of cannibal cable car salesmen so hideously cannibalistic and crude that they seldom, if ever, sold a cable car in spite of the fact that cables are everywhere. cables are indisputably ubiquitous as everyone knows and yet despite their ubiquity cable cars are quite rare.
some would say that this is because not all cables are suitable for the transport of cable cars but this is absolute nonsense. the truth of the matter is that most cables are just fine, it's just the cable cars that need to be made smaller.
but this isn't about cable cars it's about a secret cabal of cannibal cable car salesmen so hideously cannibalistic and crude that they seldom, if ever, sold a cable car in spite of the fact that cables are everywhere. well, it would be about them if it weren't in fact about a leaky blue ink pen that for most of its functional lifespan spent its days in the shirt pocket of a particular cannibal cable car salesman who was so hideously cannibalistic and crude that he seldom, if ever, sold a cable car in spite of the fact that cables are everywhere.
by the way, this particular cannibal cable car salesman who was so hideously cannibalistic and crude that he seldom, if ever, sold a cable car in spite of the fact that cables are everywhere is indeed a part of the secret cabal of cannibal cable car salesmen who were so hideously cannibalistic and crude that they seldom, if ever, sold a cable car in spite of the fact that cables are everywhere that I mentioned earlier. at least some would say. in fact some would say that these cannibal cable car salesmen who were so hideously cannibalistic and crude that they seldom, if ever, sold a cable car in spite of the fact that cables are everywhere mostly met in the city's seediest and darkest sports bar.
an ink pen is a handy thing to have. especially when you want to write on something and especially when that something you want to write on is paper. but it just so happens that a certain particular cannibal cable car salesman who was so hideously cannibalistic and crude that he seldom, if ever, sold a cable car in spite of the fact that cables are everywhere had to write a letter with the leaky blue ink pen that I mentioned before on blue stationary that was the exact shade and hue of blueberry blue as the very ink that the leaky blue ink pen's ink was when it was dry.
this crazy coincidence as you may have guessed resulted in a virtually invisible letter that would be very difficult if not impossible for the recipient to read.
now you may inquire as to why the particular cannibal cable car salesman who wrote the letter, yes the cannibal cable car salesman who was so hideously cannibalistic and crude that he seldom, if ever, sold a cable car in spite of the fact that cables are everywhere, didn't notice that the letter was essentially invisible. indeed, you may inquire.
but that essentially invisible letter could have changed the life of a small monkey in Uruguay. if only the recipient had been able to read the letter, if only the stationary hadn't been that shade of blue, if only the leaky blue ink pen hadn't matched that hue so perfectly.
the leaky blue ink pen doesn't like to talk about it much. it usually doesn't talk about anything. it usually just stains the shirt of a particular cannibal cable car salesman who was so hideously cannibalistic and crude that he seldom, if ever, sold a cable car in spite of the fact that cables are everywhere.
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