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Tack is also an equestrian term. Tact was another animal I was not familiar with. At the end of the first day of school, my mother asked me, as my teacher was handing me over, "Hot
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I was talking about tack. Then I realized that it is both a nautical and a cartographic term. Which made think about the commonalities of the two realms. Both involve position and
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The erotic arts were my fave. So rats & their issue were of no use to me. I suddenly noticed a splotch on my Jimmy Chos! It looked like rat placenta! I hope I'm covered for this.
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Meranda glared at the professor. Everyone knew Eratus only participated in group activities so he could spend more time with his daughter. Unfortunately for her, this was the one
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why Marnie Fluggle (no relation to Barney Google), with the goo-goo-googly eyes, was merely referred to as Google, and was more of an expert on any and every subject than Fluffy,
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the thought hit. could I redo til blip? I was no Paul Menard; or Cervantes, for that matter. I'd have the advantage that I'd shared the same headspace with myself for a long time.
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the Quatelbaum children set spring traps around their hut and were able to catch Genocide Mouse as he was sneaking in to starve the family by eating all their rice gruel. His back
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Your pox pus puts putz past persnickety properly, Prudence.
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a lick of the flame sets alight the night, bets the fight is right. might just might.
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The New King was riding his vamped up segway up Pennsylvania Avenue. There hadn't been any warning and the Secret Service had blocked off the drive through line at Arby's. People
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"I'll own that. But you've got to give me points for being gender fluid enough to pull Pol Pot down without a pitpat this or a paddywhack that, Jack Crackerwax. I don't appreciate"
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subtle at his grift. He had everyone over for a barbecue at his house. Whole families were bamboozled out the hoo hah, left & far right. When the Stepford wives were retired, Kenny
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nom de jour or guerre depending on what the moment dictated. Petra Durch was as good as some. That was saying a lot. She'd picked the boxed set up in Mombasa by the mine victims.
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Zorba! The Greek. "What about him?" "He's here for his money." "Tell him that I don't know which is his because they all look the same to me. Then give him a coupon for yesterday.
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Besmirched by completion, rendered null & void by eschaton. No way they had insurance for that kind of risk. Prophecy was saturating the market in 2020. If end times didn't start
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Lax morals. That is what it was. Lax morals. We're all guilty of it. Tolerance was taken for granted, in some circles: taken advantage of, in others. It might be where the shadow
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Cy was thinking that maybe Kill Bill was Tarantino's reworking of Dante's Purgatorio. He practically pokes us in the eye with it by naming the Bride, Beatrice. A last temptation of
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At some point the truth wouldn't be able to hide from itself anymore. A confrontation was sure to ensue. Cly and Beebox hoped to add to the commotion and punch up their mission for
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for phuques that I can't provide for you. End of transmission." What kind of implant announces the end of transmission? Was mine on the brink? Has my query made it question itself?
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"Is that a zip drive in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" "It is a zip drive and it is a pleasure to meet you. Hence the tumescence. Did you bring the signed Ox Baker?"