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paste!
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re-recordable or disemboweled, it makes no difference when the paint skittles away off the edge of your tostada. it's one, one, seven, one, one. that's a luft little spot you got there for rest little llama of the little magical grassland. that tree will give you much shade for your little dreams, your dainty aspirations to be a big roaming thunderstorm. someone is eating triangular pieces of stainless steel on the outskirts of town. it matters less how it was done, but the painted ring around the tostada really creeps out people who hadn't known why it was done. it's not usual. it's paint, cadmium yellow paint, on a tostada circumference, do you understand? it's not usual. it won't catch on. there aren't any conferences for this, no manuals or ghost stories. you don't commonly put paint on or around a tostada. it drives people to madness. the next time, there will be no next time.
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god
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glad you like it
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what's it to you?
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blather
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