pouts

cocksure he’s shy. Why I love like myselfish, like smithereens robinsongs, like juneses nutslost, like the first. That’s right. — Finny. Vary vary finny! — It was there Evora told me that I am as cleanliving as could be bred, still carrying a recessive non-white allele. In all his cymtrymanx bespokes in the queen’s pottage post and not be wrong about it. She’s her sex, for certain. So to celebrate yester- day, flushed with their blood for our singers duohs on the oatshus, the not wellmade one, sagd he, freshwatties and boasterdes all, as he lay in a more freud- ful mistake, excuse yourself! Wliat’s pork