As always, a tinge of deft curiosity delves into the cunning lair of zealously torpid ennui.
Obsequious drollery is tantamount to admonition with melifluous language.
Fecund woman! Come without guile and repose in taut beauty
or be slathered by trenchant fusillade of Kafkaesque observation
A limpid veil and an arid man.
Know this, that I secrete wry lapses sedulously.
My individual space-ebb is valid.
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