My toasty shiba inu, you are almost too cute to eat, but with some jam, I may not be able to resist.
Doge brethren follow a Sonderweg of disconnected discourse: Much warm. So smile. Such cute. Many yum. Very eat.
Shiba inus of bakery are known as sand-bitches, a demonym spliced from pieces sliced and gold personas.
Girl doges with male doges, company sans best friend of man, cisisbeism on the walk to the park very much can.
Bits of shiba-inu bread to such curious ducks will be fed as fingers’ hands meander around the pond.
Many toast. Much burnt. So butter. Very spread. Such bite. Doge-simulacrum-of-breakfast happying the soul just might. ; )
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