Her tongue’s roof tchicked as her soles sand licked as shells upper picked.
26.February.23
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25.February.23
When the clock struck eight, the chosen outfit began to levitate—an inotropic event that was both practical and peculiar even as it left its dressee in a shocked state.
24.February.23
It must be a drink and not a reflection of photopsia—for watering holes are for liquid factions—not liquefaction.
23.February.23
When the Ukrainian parrot encountered the scarlet macaw, it asserted, “Get lost to your volost, you red, bird-brained boob!”
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