Ginsu repose

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As I mock myself, the setting unveils other forms to us. We swing our arms haphazardly, supposing our gods may favor us with a smile, a curry a pattern of oafishness. Let us candanze in the moonlight, certain as we must be that Jesus love us and wants us to vote Labour. When the moose arrive, we shall have plenty of walnuts to talk about