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It turns out that the hole we believed we'd discovered was known by others in the older set of people that we accustomed ourselves to ignore--at our peril, it turns out. Always this one, never that one, or is this premature, in the original sense of the word? A slip is a tell, but a mask merely bears repeating, as to one withered, bleached pleasure-piece. The one which is usually almond-shaped in its industrial motivation, trips us up in its vowel formation, but we persist. What choice is there? It's about grooming, then fawning, now pestering a former temporary champion to please beg off the morose attitude once and for all. We'll leave it to you to determine if a plan is afoot.
Pandy King (need we say more?) |
The stability of our most cherished 'problem' is at dire risk and an escalation in pro-bits could be the only hope to diffuse the difficulty in orientation, the vertigo only occasionally suitable while we sit. A plan unfolds and now a game of delays is enthusiastically pursued to its end. Bloody hell! It's gone!
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