it was a runny sunday. The heat left stains as it souped and slurped to bubble up about the neck and face. A holding note of sour rotten tomato vine helt d d d instilled against the breeze in heavy dark dankness a behind the wall of the water shed forgotten . The wretched smiler puttered evaporating circles throughout the garden. the largest smile was napping nearby the trench hole X xcxxxxxxxxxccccc xxxxxxxxxxxccxxxxxc xxx xx xxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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