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Till yesterday I kept my scary spellings to myselff (like spelling
MYSELF with two effs). Now (now that I'm a new woman)
I can express myself freely like cows do at a dairy
(even though they're tethered to an
automatic milking machine).
๐‹๐ž ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง
๐Œ ๐‚๐‚ ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ง๐ž๐ฒ
๐‡๐š ๐‘๐‘ ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง
๐’๐ญ๐š ๐‘๐‘
Many settlers were eaten by muskrats during the Muskrat War of
1855. Tom, a young pioneer, settled down for a night of restful
sleep in his tent when all of a sudden he was eaten by a
muskrat, a smart-*** muskrat that would cleverly
assume his identity and go on to become a
wealthy Abraham Lincoln impersonator.
I must hurry so that I'm not late for an important meeting
with an important man who works for an important
corporation in the ****** travesty of Ohio. I'm
going now and I'm taking a candle with me
just in case the lights go out.
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