The quick brown fox is tired of fame. What’s wrong with repeating letters? He drags his lazy dog into Llanfairpwll’s hall of mirrors to tease…
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I don’t have a gun, but I have a dozen eggs, tidy in their two-rowed carton, and I have a jar of jam. I have…
The queue is out the door. Dorothy waits in a focused, vengeful way for her double order of battered cod, mushy peas, and chips. Back…
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