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| The phase of your hallucinations reminds me of those balmy days when the championship mould was breeding, when the fish were long, and so were the valued floats of men we drank through narrow straws.. | |
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| Onerous congratulations on your conceptual development of obliteration concerning telephones, lobsters and fish! | |
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| The turtles are fallen and the rain stands still. How long must I suffer with your undergarments? | |
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| You are truly a wristwatch in a world of lumps. | |
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| Your nose hairs scare me. | |
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| Sir, you have most exquisite breasts. | |
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