The Ladder
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#1591 | Man on Date Confessing to Woman. He Made his Arm Look Wounded to win her Passion. Finding Plates of unfinished Food Under Sinks. In Cupboards, on Shelves, and in Fashion. _ |
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#1592 | No two lightning bolts share same notion. No two snowflakes play that game. So the only quest that I can hope for. Double quotes might leer through same. _ |
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#1593 | A Valuable Antique Document Explaining. How to Fire someone for Hard Workings. A cat Looking into House from Burrow in Snow. Beneath its own Droppings. _ |
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#1594 | Let's do this next year. And get a small bed. Good luck to all of us. This is going to cost said. _ |
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#1595 | I would scatter the whole house for you. Scampering and shuffling about. And the rosy bit the next day. Becomes the ticket out. _ |
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#1596 | Yes they do it odd for you. On my train at the very next trust. Yes the roses were brought, from me. He works for me conducting hush. _ |
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#1597 | But a pirate disc can't do that. Not even, with just the right spit. Yes they wanted me just, to see you. But it wasn't me! It was just a bit. _ |
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#1598 | Where are you going? I'm going to buy a coffee mug. People only care, about being vicious. Ooga. Ooga. This one's dishes. _ |
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#1599 | Is this really supposed to work? The time clock of mankind's sparrow. I find that very interesting. The cage that protects the vowels. _ |
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#1600 | Let's move this down soon as possible. There's some gum, now pick it up. An Orangutan could do it. No, I mean the mop. _ |
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#1601 | And as a college-woman. What happens, to, your, next, salad? Ah, it gets stabbed. And doesn't work, nor ballad. _ |
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#1602 | But not from my advice. Each must love or screw it. I'm trying to do some work here. Out with it! She's really-mad. I knew it! _ |
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#1603 | Planes affect arrivals, so metal chairs. And the clock is wrong encumbered. Are you actually, a somebody. Her two week pay, may well-be slumbered. _ |
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#1604 | She's worth billions. But lies upon the dock. A rush he felt was so much more. But it's time for towel stock. _ |
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#1605 | With extra tuck him in. Him, we'll throw out first. But not until 2:00 pm. When heat-lamps-make the thirst. _ |
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#1606 | We're going to have to live longer. Because life is worth point-two. Cope but don't sit back. There's still the laundry-clue. _ |
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#1607 | And a metaphor is not worth time. I told him stop. And they were right. Two glasses in oscillation. Can pound a beer nut's fright. _ |
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#1608 | So that what's down there. I guess five million socks. Not-to-be the first-to know. Commas have no blocks. _ |
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#1609 | If we move this down there. Near pier "ten" four two. It's not the same as igloo hair. Where they store the food. _ |
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#1610 | A farce for mixed up people. Na, I wasn't really there. Wild "beers" and calm events. That's one-produce I fear. _ |
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#1611 | I agree, I am! stymied. But not for-tea for two. "Summers" are too short. So orange-plates will do. _ |
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#1612 | Let's pour a drink tonight. The devil is the perfect bonnet. And hesitates that one-strain. To-levitate the sonnet. _ |
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#1613 | Where-unheard orders are forgiven. By the key that locks the tome. Pass it around, to the living. Miss Newlit, may I walk you home. _ |
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#1614 | Odd today I liked all music. But I will never like all poems. But being the world's most hurtful word. I place my compass home. _ |
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#1615 | Harassment waking someone up. Whatever storm you do. Alive at live-work pardon. All the ground and you. _ |
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#1616 | Authorized in units. Do not laugh-again. Towards the breaking-point. Cars are-mowing men. _ |
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#1617 | Seeing-as-the closet really loves me. Just try one-tea inside this mile. How does this-count look on me? "It smells pretty" she said. "All that while!" _ |
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#1618 | Thirst in bed the ramp be wavering. On the business of a post. Surgeon-excited-will-be. Information toast. _ |
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#1619 | Today I have to turn off my confidence. Where do we go from here? Doctor should we get some help? No. That's how "wedgies" steer. _ |
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#1620 | Sorry. It's beautiful now. Behind your stove is wow. There's a field of mice detailed. Wherever the everything is mailed. _ |
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