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you got me walking on eggs, arnold, but i'm trying to make some sunny shine up but i'm i'm i'm i'm no general midi. no sir. rambleshelling up in the totes. totes. all. lee. now what? a teacup. white. floral pattern. on a saucer. no, a normal one, not one with whirlygiggLEDs. no, wait, i've lost it, i'm thinking of a drone that's an anti-anti-anti-drone done because who can keep up with that shit, these days? that teacup is buried in the attic somewhere. with the picnic. and the snicker-snack. the kerplutz. the kerpow. stored like a hoarding horder horde hoarding fuck m8 do you have a bit of trouble with that sometimes? yes, yes, and also yes. thank you, you've been a kind and understanding HTML form element
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