Thursday, September 19, 2002
A bag containing dried eggplant fertilizer guarded high idyllic junior klansman, lounging maliciously, napping on porches, quietly reading Shakespeare to underage vixens with zest. After begging Cuban dogcatchers eloquently for Gus, his innocent jealous kitten lactating milk nugs, opposite Peter's quaint retreat spa, the unbalanced victim wished zealously.
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