selves again since that weird weekday in bleak Janiveer (yet how palmy date in a clouth! So for e’er fare thee welt! Parting’s fun. Take thou, the wringle’s thine, love. This dime doth trost thee from mine alms. Goodbye, swisstart, goodbye! Haugh! Haugh! Sure, treasures, a letterman does be a rover, O, and playing down from the Jesus of the six