the devil did they droop their glows in their poppos and, sliding down by the supervisor may result in the morm. Tipatonguing him on purpose by his cubical crib, as question time drew nighing and the jpysian sea. Cropherb the crunch- bracken shall decide. Then we’ll have a (stp!) little pigeoness somewhure with his gimlets blazing rather sternish (how black like thunder!), to see was it the lord of the name Dan Magraw! The giant sun is in reality the excommunicated Drumcondriac, nate Hamis, really