Created: Monday, 16 April 2012 Written by Carlos Castanets
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Cofvotner. El paso quanto muchachos segundo. Bellicose.
Tantamo i fornascence re-splendent corcavados mon liege. Smerdi. Defenestrator. Constance, my faithful friend, faithful to the faithless. The faithless men. Faceless.
Solar energy sweeps the morning with sweet song. Again. As we bury another. What deigned to submission, excoriated, extemporased, beholden. Obrigado monsieurs et madames. Voila ajourdwih tiens demaunch regardez. Bon tiens. Lundi.

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