Of the smorgasbord’s feastly table replete with items yum, the both least and last—a lonely slice—shall enter into tum.

Through leopard specs of prescription high, vision conquers cryptogenic cataracts with help of drops placed past lids shy.

Into the tote has been placed the codicil to story’s thrill—with character biographies of the minors about whom the text has not fully limned still.

Under fleecy-wooly-nubby coat lies a tentative turtle trying to protect itself from an obtuse Welt oft at the throat and which daily earns its farewell note. ; )

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