The Ladder
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#1141 | A soldier rests a moment, to write a letter. Then notices he has some very bad wounds. My, but you sure have a lot of nice china. Would you mind very much if I choosed? _ |
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#1142 | Shinny shines without us. Just turn thirty, then compare. Then you'll have to, for a couple of months. Be crazy about her hair. _ |
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#1143 | Now I understand painting. It works fluidly like self finds self. Like dreams "form" up against other dreams. Adding details, "moist" eyes will help. _ |
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#1144 | Forever told you the answer. Eliminate the steam. Look I'm holding everything. It's hot and old as dream. _ |
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#1145 | Please, please, please. This is about the smarmy. Here "inside" your head like speech. All I need is-to hear you breathing. Target "You've Got-Lots Just-Teach". _ |
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#1146 | There you go. Take a few steps back. Why waste such-a toxic lore. Of course young man. We have seen all-men unsure. _ |
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#1147 | There's something in it's bathroom. First-words from out it's mouth. Yes we sponsored him. And offered mountains to his Health. _ |
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#1148 | It must have been a mother machine. I'll really need you to solve this-one-Weeps. No good. I already asked him about pastrami. Lord knows how this-one beeps. _ |
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#1149 | C.e.o. leaving disabled employee. In the lobby facing windows. Saying "keep up the Good-Work receptionists". Then returning to important symbols. _ |
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#1150 | Attractive man and attractive woman. Sharply dressed in white. Running extras "fast" in city. Where starting-signals bright. _ |
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#1151 | Worried priest asking local woman. Why did you quote me thus. While laying on top of her under a stairwell. Head against the morning rush. _ |
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#1152 | I met John a little bit. His medication is in a storm. Is he ok? Two minutes left till warm. _ |
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#1153 | What happened? Lions from above. Mildred in the afternoon. Push one-button love. _ |
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#1154 | End justifies the means. That's evidence for the lab. Wow, never once entanglement? Yes microwaves are that sad. _ |
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#1155 | Price Pockets. And then look towards the vast. Standing on the nothing much. Just a few interests built to last. _ |
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#1156 | Two pool-table installers. Repairing cloth under warranty-work. Do they think it's paid for. Secret wink for secret smirk. _ |
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#1157 | We are stronger than we think. To pass and pass and keep. And thinking stronger than we look. The safe in which we deep. _ |
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#1158 | Just the payments. Quick as possible. I like the Labrador. Are you throwing money at us? So that's what homes are for. _ |
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#1159 | That is not your hat. That is not your town Fedora. Inspector I have solved the case. He longs for his ignorer. _ |
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#1160 | Now listen here denial. You're a master of the neocortex. But we like people! Just like you, just like me. Poor people, if you just let them be. _ |
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#1161 | Listen. You are going to need another one. And yes I know we're pigs. But that's just the way it feels. To map a device, and get pulled in. _ |
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#1162 | Like dust before, and dust after. The dustpan shows no find. My mind holds, your only rafter. Somewhere high, as kind. _ |
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#1163 | Like reaching down into a vowel. To feel for a single we. I can never predict, that when I miss you. Eyes will perceive not see. _ |
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#1164 | What should you strain for supper. In a state of plain. What should you name, the upper. Dandelions or pain. _ |
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#1165 | Near human perseverance. As lovely as a tea. I hope its mist approves you. Your twist of lemon me. _ |
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#1166 | So let's try this one more time. My stage again. But the other side. Now stop being scared. I never use binoculars. But I'll use them if you ever become popular. _ |
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#1167 | They're not too good, for a thousand dollars. And meanwhile this soup, is a woman you like. But the real deal isn't pimpernel blossoms. It's somehow making the toast just right. _ |
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#1168 | It's not my job, turning forty. Ask any bells of man. Turn a profit, then give to arrows. The great loss, of who I am. _ |
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#1169 | Of all the things they curse by trial. We will never fully understand the smile. Like the bubbles in our champagne. Let us raise our heads again. _ |
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#1170 | Stop, I shouldn't say that. Into each mission's covers. It's amazing what costumes assume. And out of turn, discovers. _ |
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