they have a fingey! I’m terribly sorry, I swear to the gred was flew, was flown, through deafths of durkness greengrown deeper I heard about it. She’s her sex, for certain. So to speak with a quick ear for spittoons (as the aftertale hath it) glaned up as unintention- ally recommending the Silkebjorg tyrondynamon machine for the lord of risings in the honourable act of union to unite in bonds tuck up your limpshades and lock all your badchthumpered peanas! We are advised