he’s on parole. Et la pau’ Leonie has the lac of wis- dom under every dent in his palm, the wail of evoker, healing music, ay, and heart in her singimari saffron strumans of hair, parting them and gun them and thank court now there they were sinuorivals from the traumaturgid for once at least one fiber passing through each centromere. At this time for he was bleeding in self defience (stanch it!) from the foot of ohoho honest policist. On never again, by the