The Ladder
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#1051 | Milly said hospitals are great. "They find something. Then you take it." And Jimmy sent you an e-mail. Oh, that's nice. "Her next man is on the phone. _ |
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#1052 | Faster than a seagull out of its shell. Nurse? Blue-ravens if you please! Such pain. What are those buttons? Is that the equation of net? _ |
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#1053 | It feels terrible like nine-volts? Take it back. Yes, good eye! I've been 15 all this time. I guess it's been rising. But so have Cars. Remember use only the cars that can start. _ |
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#1054 | Missasaga is a magnifcent voucher? Could you try singing it, please? If you want, to be a tourist attraction, -make a garden. With thoughts of all such noises. _ |
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#1055 | Do you feel clever? Do you see a basket? No, I don't. What is happening? It seems you may not know what they really are. Dull? Wrong! Rake the money down the stairs. _ |
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#1056 | So its wisdom wasn't worth a pale tie? Don't you know about a functioning human? "Sunrises" have lots to say. And Linda sewed them "Earth is made of dirt the very same way," she said. _ |
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#1057 | Consider the bachelor hiding down there. The Irish told him, "Before it hits the ground, you've lost it." So I'll danger into it then?. I'll bite the solar systems under my fingernails: then ask her. _ |
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#1058 | We have evacuated. Updates are trying harder. No longer single frames, she knew a bright lesson. Beta would be attractive. I have a "drops-a-lot." I'm in your tripod. Angling down and being silent. _ |
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#1059 | Can anyone explain it to me? The rain always apologizes on the 12th of the month. You know it's expected. Hold me for an hour. Everybody has snowflakes. But pictures have no answers. _ |
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#1060 | The cleanest blouse wipes the mountain on you. I don't mind the visitors that the women have brought. It all depends on the mood. I say famous, maybe. Shouldn't all the members know? Once on, stop. _ |
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#1061 | Alright then, it's two hundred and fifty million. At the end is a screen that TVs are afraid of. And hero five. Well, that brings up a question. Do good dreams live in buildings? _ |
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#1062 | I get hundreds of, what's going on -we'll get some sleep. Then we can entertain, styles rolling in Agusta. Suitable when we're sleeping -Oh my gosh! And that's the danger. I nearly ran over that one. _ |
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#1063 | A dolphin or friend. No, that's not love. When we were young, it was ninety cents. I understand it makes all northern apples The same way -it sweeps the floors. _ |
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#1064 | If I had a life every time, I said that. Almost right each time. My hands are silly. I guess, -so worries can never hurt them. I suppose they were meant to be toes. _ |
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#1065 | I can see it now -too many socks. Too radical in the folds. Their job is to get the timing right. To say goodnight, -more profoundly than they listen. _ |
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#1066 | A man running errands, -straightening his best Rebecca As he understands it, -moments grow on trees. This place, -it looks like a vacant dream. How do I wonder it? Does each lose-thread hide a clown? _ |
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#1067 | No one is stopping you. Let 'Er rip. But I want this photo to be the in-between. I'm pretty excited. But never ready. How do I get the brightness back down? _ |
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#1068 | I suddenly detected. Someone against aversions. Those ah-err hm-ah oh-well cold spies. Their doing it, and bragging about it. Unless it's just those telethon-guys. _ |
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#1069 | I'm doing work here We're investigating, someone six-months before. John, wouldn't do that. For lack of a better sure. _ |
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#1070 | It happens in the oldest sections. That glue might never give. Pine being of the strongest river. Kind of, like to live. _ |
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#1071 | Deep-woman thinking. While a tiny shy hand reaches. Out from the years it "proudly" slept. Oddly just, to touch her neck. _ |
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#1072 | Beta fences. I'll put them higher. That she should work so hard. Here's my name. Read it feeling stumped. Society's own-card. _ |
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#1073 | For seventy thousand dollars. I'll kindly hook it up. That's the one I gave her. This brittle paved good luck. _ |
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#1074 | I'm assuming there are back-stories. At least I think there are. We'll have to start counting what-becomes. Apologies attempting far. _ |
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#1075 | Have you read any magazines. This time we'll need much more. One fingerprint. When I'm down to house good ore. _ |
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#1076 | Nice bathroom. Clean kitchen. Moratoriums are made this way. Rising above the tractor. With hinterland in the way. _ |
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#1077 | Like a cueball scratches. After being mentioned. By advertisements on the table. That's cue speed fifty three. The speed a shadow finds a mansion. _ |
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#1078 | A woman searching cupboards. Her house And vast loved land. Shadow "of man cloud" holding coffee. Overcast moving bland. _ |
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#1079 | Ha! It was a laugh at seven. That meanness, mountains crane. Constructing nodes of valuation. That, altitudes disdain. _ |
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#1080 | Yes seeing is another problem. The open-air keeps talking with combat-range. So I'm sending you a pen. Did you receive it? Yes left to right. It moves that way. _ |
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