I am not too well, he felt. The flames chased him in charred landscape. Fighting over, he pondered about the crime within, the surge to find a nest hole. A wounded pride where the salmonella hits. You enter a slot for more enticements. Any patch of vague tragedy among the barren desirability, shares the accident …
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