Any natural pantanelle, with or without obvious harmful angles, could be absorbed with minimal fixations. By the time a massive stone siltherture is positioned as it unfolds to entrain our collective blanyards, a moment or two will no longer be enough to check if your likeable patterns will delay the swiftest passage to greet the neap tide with a sharp, if hollow whisper. If you do decide to enter our fray, you will need to doubly intrude, or else feign a patterned response dipole.
You have all been warned about a code. In fact, I have personally memorized the favorite shape carried in each of your minds. Some may find my efforts to be precious. I prefer to allow a type of grit to settle in the razor-thin margins of a likely individual's left foot. This will give us time to collect each of the things which we've been told you pray to love at distance. When the tallest of us is instructed to issue a factual smile, then your trick will have been determined to be efficacious. No blood is expected. The weight is irrelevant. Hair color is paramount. As you practice pronouncing a word, please remember that shading is everything. Then we will get about trapping your hands in a shallow pond. If you live for granular enjoyments, this should be your ticket.
Now walk slowly to the front. Bring your trepsis. Ask your gods for a clarity of temperature. Observe our prolapse induction. A pill is waiting. Do not swallow. Just engulf it in a red flame. Allow the head to dip ever so slightly to the left. You're almost there. During sleep periods you are encouraged to dream only of a gigantic iron wheel. It will take you into the final morsel. Tell us if you feel as if you are being gently chewed. No paper will ever be used again. Only string will be provided. Your health is not at risk. The water comes closer. You will soon meet our cleanest partner. She encumbers duration in the liveliest chambers. No one will ever forget. We love you inside. Now hide. Carefully.
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