01-18-2003, 11:32 AM
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DaDa too
Arched, yet squealing in sunshine the wingnut flew silently beneath the fabric. Jumping, spinning, waxing, shining rain solidly refused boundless intervention. Badly bent, the wax flew along as though assigned
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