, firstnighting down Sycomore Lane. Fine feelplay we had of it mid the kissabetts...

...and making her love with his stuffstuff inthe languish of flowers and feeling to find was she mushymushy, and wasn't that very both of them, the saucicissters, a drahereen o machree!, and (peep!) meeting waters most improper (peepette!) ballround the garden, trickle trickle trickle triss, please, miman, may I go flirting? farmers gone with a groom and how they used her, mused her, licksed her and cuddled. I differ with ye! Are you sure of yourself now? You're a liar, excuse me! I will not and you're another. And Lully holding their breach of peaxe for them. Pool loll Lolly! To give and to take1 And to forgo the pasht! And all will be forgotten! Ah ho! It was too bad to be falling about her kindness pet and the shape of OOOOOOOO Ourang's time. Well all right, Lelly. And shakeahand. And schenksumore. For Craig sake. Be it suck.
Well?

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Well, even should not the framing of such figments in the evidential order bring th etruth to light as fortuitously as a dim seer's setting of a starchart might (heaven helping it!) uncover the nakedness of an unknown body in the fields of blue or as forehearingly as the sibspeeches of all mankind have foliated (earth seezing them!) from the root of some funner's stotter all the soundest sense to be found immense our special mentalists now holds (securus iudicat orbis terrarum) that by such playing possum our hagious curious encestor bestly saved his brush with his posterity, you, charming coparcenors, us, heirs of his tailsie.

FW, 96:11-35


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