

fifteen.one.fifteen.
You would be that guy. The over-sampler. The guy who gets back in line before he's even finished chewing. Careful, you might not realize when you can no longer eat, or when
the samples have all but run out. Because no one can write forever, except for you. You, the carrier of enough words, pent up like songbirds to be sold, to last you a lifetime.
two.
Sometimes I find assumptions are acceptable I assume that the Sun will rise in the morning. Others would be worried about me if it was an ever
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