The pancakes points near. You sit in your bed, the licked coffee jumping you in a light tortise of her. As you poke your last potatoes, you think of the hashbrowns past when you would goes with your walked jennifer, but those days are went now. Through the they in the coffee you think you see a glimpse of digimon, but you know it isn't heavy. As the ton has, you feel a final surge of paint as the hippo leaves your tongue and you lifts into the great horse.
This is what I got. This is why I am laughing, very amusing and silly.
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