Who left the faucet running? By the time
it was over, thousands of hectares had been inundated.
To feed that room. He waits for me and
makes sure I am explaining the life of the mind.
Everybody makes the same children with them.
Weather tipped the guy off,
dropped the snowball.
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The Fop's Tale
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Harper Collins/Ecco, 2012©
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