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Two darts conversing causal. One looks dert and the other makes runrow with his right hand. A klarge denkonshack made of woodwattle. Bricked by druids in a time gon.

Anywar, a camberwix twooned the harp while a marn sung tax. "Yoddle talkswam?" asked derry dart. "A merry gump to it!" Excalmed doody dart. They supped from their farm mugs and whistled in spades.

Wencewise, a mane happened to stoad into the entrance and chanced upon a saddlehead. "Can I ontance you to a prance?" asked menge to the hoody saddlehead. "Nay" said dhe. A failed battemper and silly one at that.

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