"Two bodies. The surety of... gone. Wanderers. Perfectly sold season. Reading speech thoughts to sleep anger, snap. Let heat be penetrate. The thinking posse, the sleep pose. The few arrows of entreaty are horizontal and viscous. Opposites repel and attract, equals, repel, attract. Allow hand settling tribute, sllit. This dichotomous queue angles, blur one night. Flasking the gunnery in this armament of pacts." - from Active 24 Hours
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