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News, what a fold!

Dear David,

How alter position, news, how parition sum the elbow won, I do think in times, the drivel in a year parting flesh, it seems empty , of echoes meaning behind beyond painless eternity, deep, and what is a summary on a line kept in eternity deep, a sniff and weep, to seek and care, the news tilt hood, and what author, can you share, the cemented womb knit low, the drivel lines, to a sniff, in freedom, all names tilt in reseach, freedom grow? The coverage the eye care flow, a sniff to find, what news to seek, do find my timeless peace, in anchors of tidings of confessions stone, I like to read the n ews with depth, not one line moans, to recover a sniff, and recovery step?

And where is the daily new to the propheys eyes beat? A touch of flesh, or tone crying woo, the woe, to the letter, and what a fragrant article, I sniff to glance, and a sliver one chance, permission lance?

How woven articles, dismissal beat, the anchor please, rooted feat, or mine each day, how a tea held tame, ripples, of meaning, yet the crow, the eye caught to sniff a day, the bought inward, seeking flame, yet all gone, hounds, what a beaten mercy, or a child sniffed set, how one hound more could weave a collect all net let?

How demands are sniffed a point crop slop, yet the hounds, the eye, the well, the collection let creep, and althought a shuffle, a snot leep care, you know why I am in this shop, my elbow with a lease creep stripped fair.

Where are my hounds, I though exclaim, the sniff all gone, yet one tailor to a mistress fair game name, and a line to curb the price ripped meet, what tailors web, your sniff next beat? I like to tie, the crop with show, timepieces, all, the backdoor show, yet a slimey, finger wither neat, I’ll wait for the next charge, on all timepieces, my stolen beat?

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