but had nothing to do with anything, so i thought to myself, "geeze I really suck at telling stories", and then i continued to ponder, "everyone sux at telling stories", and so i put my "dangly"away, fitted on my dancing shoes and...
piranhas and the constant agitation acted like a propeller whisking me away to the river bank. I staggered out and was surprised to find that I had legs again...
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