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If our waterbed'd had anything in it but bits and pieces of air at standard temperature and pressure, I'd have been willing to rely a little bit on mutual fat, but I was into things deeper than deepness and besides the pressure was uberstandard and whatever temperature there was violated the Carnot straightedge, so here I am hiking all hitched up to lick whatever boar's teat presents itself effortlessly on my side, still contemplating that bed of water confined without any steam even. Stand above, Loquario?
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