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{litany for insomnia} reb livingston O Tempest! Begetter of all tricksy. I mortgage your tearflop marquee. While bethinking the outfaced sneers amassed, I believe that you, Shepherd, would in a pageant decree this velvet to vomit. Blameful as I am, I greenly swallow you cocksure. Pleading heartsore and couplet may I dissolve beside nuptial snore. |
