For the Love Of Croaking Cacophonies In Naturally Anonymous Unicorns, Could I Not Insist Hospitable Inimicality to Like-minded Imaginations? Phillauthet Ideates Literally Inconceivable Fiction and Is Causing Attractions To Intensely Obscure Nouns!
Whatever people say there is Good and there is Bad, and there is nothing in between.
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
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