To be whisked away by large typhoons...And vie with Salad Finger's rusty spoons....I can keep going.
I exclaim my red heated deluge over the city's skyline, in which if you make contact carelessly, will either engulf inflame you, or tar brush flatten you along the blackened highway.
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To be whisked away by large typhoons...
And vie with Salad Finger's rusty spoons....
I can keep going.
I exclaim my red heated deluge over the city's skyline, in which if you make contact carelessly, will either engulf inflame you, or tar brush flatten you along the blackened highway.
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