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“I have said all kinds of things that were never true.” “the final candle is always the one that tries to stay lit” “Yesterday, you pulled a muscle in your back “Now-a-days, hunting pears for sport is rare.” “aluminum fish: pickerel or bass” |
“a borrowed oboe can plump “I’m still dependent on the match”
“There are too many |
“My Thai friend tells me, “you have good ghosts.”” “Her mind is usually a hive” “we are sick of seeing it”
“wormholes in the night sky
“laughed |
