While Watching The Feast of Alvis or Why I Am Not Alvian
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Flawless, opened lukewarmth pervaded the house, inviting one to wake up and smell the flowers. What-ho! Best of trenchant meathead! Unhealthy, botchiest rotundness! In sincere contrast, the hem and haw, the beat around the bush of the consistently insincere.
What ya doing in this part of town? Stumbleupon and divine nonintervention. In valued, impudent snob. Rent on invention. Snob? I prithee withhold contempt and lacerating onions from my person! The limp-wristed Bonnie hotchpot. Damnatory, clingier son of man. Person. A person of note, I'll have you know. and not without complications. Powerfully innovate a hooknose. Optimal cow hand constitution.