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Soon after nibbling pumpkin pie, I felt terribly amiss, where death be not proud did scythe lance me never came to bring bliss, well nigh, thus hour writhing with torturous pain awoke wish to lie with permanent rigor mortis supine without an intestate for meager pose Hessions this guy attests, which scarce material goods, one would immediately espy little stock dis due dill ling dad doth not deign deliberately displaying no deny ill asper being non materialistic, not wanting aye asseverate next of kin burden some task to decry. As per thee above mentioned immediate grippe of jabbing abdominal agony did not wane for extended period of time, which sudden devout praying Holy Scott twas in vane where that this ordinarily spry body of mine sought zilch ambition tubby vaunted or urbane, but these lovely bag of bones felt fragile as if one to many fruit loops taken on Ozzy Osborne's ): crazy train plagued with waves of gastrointestinal agony i.e. severe cramps dizziness nauseousness, and re pulsed with aversion to air, don, or trumpet a swan song, sans of this aged jilted (once shy twice burned) once besotted handsome swain hobbled thus unable to ride my high horse weathering a ****** reign of terror reducing me to hash out, this ridiculous juvenile refrain.
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
A Most Violent Reaction...
Soon after nibbling pumpkin pie, I felt terribly amiss, where death be not proud did scythe lance me never came to bring bliss, well nigh, thus hour writhing with torturous pain awoke wish to lie with permanent rigor mortis supine without an intestate for meager pose Hessions this guy attests, which scarce material goods, one would immediately espy little stock dis due dill ling dad doth not deign deliberately displaying no deny ill asper being non materialistic, not wanting aye asseverate next of kin burden some task to decry. As per thee above mentioned immediate grippe of jabbing abdominal agony did not wane for extended period of time, which sudden devout praying Holy Scott twas in vane where that this ordinarily spry body of mine sought zilch ambition tubby vaunted or urbane, but these lovely bag of bones felt fragile as if one to many fruit loops taken on Ozzy Osborne's ): crazy train plagued with waves of gastrointestinal agony i.e. severe cramps dizziness nauseousness, and re pulsed with aversion to air, don, or trumpet a swan song, sans of this aged jilted (once shy twice burned) once besotted handsome swain hobbled thus unable to ride my high horse weathering a ****** reign of terror reducing me to hash out, this ridiculous juvenile refrain.
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
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