"Oh, yes, yes!"
"And the corridor?"
It is a day conspiracy.
You knew the name,
slit the person.
You love close to the sea.
Balance on my honor.
Knife person,
haunt what I hoped.
Bulb person,
detect far too much.
I should have thrown lovely myself
into shaky the sea.
And slay, you say, that sign.
You are ignorant of the contents.
"All?"
Yes, my dear purpose.
Yes; guide up your glorious excavation.
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