The Ladder
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#1231 | Stimulation is sold in what's. Some want none and some want lots. The world is where that price is fair. And what's between us finds a level there. _ |
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#1232 | That concur is a revelation. And resist but a way of time. To know that we exist. And philosophy hurts mind. _ |
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#1233 | From where I aim my efforts, with so much care. I boldly be sure only my blights are there. Knowing "uneven" blossoms having faster moistness. Might claim the light I dear. _ |
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#1234 | First stop on our tour, I forget his name. What I do know is the guy just sat there. As we went passed our poor, and their histories cornered. Something about pretty women normaled. _ |
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#1235 | Go sadly. So-that the "forth-night" might hear. I created the table for you. Little plastic mines, suspect clear. _ |
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#1236 | If I could choose a distance. For me to you by floor. I'd measure out for instants. Then fill the space with sure. _ |
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#1237 | And bubbles make no potion. I ran the light! Fire steer! Have you ever heard of Mange. I row to eradicate, only a guy out there. _ |
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#1238 | Toss a boat. Any one can here. Scribble is a function. Capsize the pen cap beer. _ |
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#1239 | A woman looking upward. And explaining the green leaf below her eye. It's for when a man loves inner nature. And never moves for wind or why. _ |
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#1240 | Here's a good river, for your put forth motions. At great new levels and very moist. How much faster should strangers conference. Before cut in shy levels feel out voiced. _ |
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#1241 | Watching the progress bar. Why are you so nice to me. Tummy erased erasion! Of me they cannot see. _ |
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#1242 | We still get blocked everyday. We'll need sand around the trust. Everybody needs to know their stuff. Ambitions please but tough. _ |
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#1243 | A man looking into stove oven tossing food behind him. Saying "and now it's time for the real heat". A universe liking improvements. Including nude descending a wrong way street. _ |
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#1244 | It must be some kind of sight. The mirror does not see. Hung above the cradles pen. I'm blaming me I'm we. _ |
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#1245 | Freakin sand. Like lovers lust. Not going to happen here. Waiting for just, the right moment. Soft-rocks at nightmares-ear. _ |
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#1246 | Gas and copper cutters. And an entry zone for needs. For the problem. We "are" rehiring. Hoping sand at neck recedes. _ |
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#1247 | No responses yet. Why a task force net. Not beating any one. Check for yellow prizes. Excuse me sir. Are there pascals on the lake. Do boats also mess things up. Why marry late. _ |
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#1248 | So what did they use? I don't know. Where does all that energy go? Elevators falling. It's going to be hot. Is the pond still there. Surprise me knot. _ |
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#1249 | I'm deeply concerned. How much. There are bunion sources. They are curious enough. But is that ice cream that they are refusing osmosis? _ |
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#1250 | They are! Things are going to change. The building took two over night. Such a beautiful way to make a noise. Sitting so I might dream backing into poise. _ |
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#1251 | Does that affect the sky? Wake up. That's the last time I remembered. That I have a chest that works. Five flat tires: reception blurred. _ |
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#1252 | Lots of still quiet quotes. Eastern "standard time" to close. Why is someone "else so" dear. I must have-given her my prose. _ |
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#1253 | At issue an issue is the cause of itself. I will not let me speak the word friends. Like richness defined by unspoken wealths. Let us talk of the morning wrens. _ |
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#1254 | I'm going to leave you standing up. But I can't remember my thumbs. So I'll try remembering my fingers. As the "I've got money again" alarm-hums. _ |
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#1255 | There's poetry rising on the albatross stage. On the next clear what men want croon phase. If the cloudless blush upon two palm trees. Turns away her milky ways. _ |
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#1256 | Well we're not there yet. But it's an interesting thing to do. He self-gets! So he's right to feel, guilty too. _ |
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#1257 | I'm kind of saving that for less. My oldest toast for some the fearless. That a slight might slow the laughter. Enough to learn by tearless. _ |
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#1258 | Throw those pants in the air. Where the red can't sting. But not for telling nature. It's my turn for such things! _ |
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#1259 | I always do, go out well. And I bring home, whole store freezers. You see, everything, is not so wrong. Well, just cereals! The height of teasers. _ |
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#1260 | I think I might need a few more tears. At night, so I'll have to go home. But something always comes along. And as always a question's known. _ |
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