I don't get chills, I do an impression of cold.
And whenever I get bills. Im intending to bill fold.
I'm dressing to kill when im wearing nil clothes.
Still fly. Wallflower, she can be my Venus flytrap.
See the sky, dad. Ultrasound burning geese backs.
Culture counter tallies up the p-hat. Lean back.
best laid schemes of flies become needles in a haystack.
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