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May 2018
She's the life? May be.

Hogshit! I think we're twined.

Oh! I cry. Can't imagine her being wived.

Unfoggy, she keeps recurring.

Lo, I can't think better of it; a worry.

Doury, my loving.

I already had two tries. A third, should I?
PIRO
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