We exalt time, let in by him. I, scaly, dial what I . . . I cook, get rutty.
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- Baboon
- On or off?
- A yogi
- The stutter
- Unworked
- A vision
- Mammonism
- Clubbable cascade
- Zero words
- That wintry nun
- A painted lady
- Flesh enigma
- A shadier comb
- Sweet shoe
- El tenth howdah
- Gutting the dustbins
- My brittle nursing
- Hep
- Unemptied toothpick
- A tin wagon
- Scaly
- Terse
- Old believer
- Honored forms
- Er … eh!
- Ho ho
- Tiny haunts
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- Wink
- Chariot mutter
- Taint
- Why war?
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