Am I gonna be OKAY? Why.
It doesn't matter, man,
just take it as it is.
What is this great white world? Someone spoke to the following children all Brown and blonde; the wind knocks us all down.
Sitting on a greeness, is it flat or ruffled? The mean man finds his eye, finds as I on the side of the finger sharp and lonely of course, he says it with aplomb but growing fingers and fears feel like there is nothing wrong; the pizza flies off the flat wooden Table. Why did we make this song so Fiery?
- Voice to text, speech to text, because I read the 1st 2 pages of The Pale King....
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