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I wandered past her window, and whispered "Guten Morgen" She looked up with a shiver, and said “I felt an ***** I smiled and said “Romantic!... Most likely t’was your heart?” She shook her head. “Regretfully, it was another part”. I was surprised; “Pray tell”, I said, “which ***** made you quiver? Could it have been your brain? Your pancreas or liver?” “I think not” she replied again; “T’was something I don’t need The thing that has no function when I try to feed or breed: It’s clear that you remind me of a still day on the wind farm. To me you’re my appendix. In German that’s a Blinddarm”.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
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I wandered past her window, and whispered "Guten Morgen" She looked up with a shiver, and said “I felt an ***** I smiled and said “Romantic!... Most likely t’was your heart?” She shook her head. “Regretfully, it was another part”. I was surprised; “Pray tell”, I said, “which ***** made you quiver? Could it have been your brain? Your pancreas or liver?” “I think not” she replied again; “T’was something I don’t need The thing that has no function when I try to feed or breed: It’s clear that you remind me of a still day on the wind farm. To me you’re my appendix. In German that’s a Blinddarm”.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
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