I'm a low-carbon life form and feel pretty good about that.
Brother Fenster, meanwhile, grew rutabagas under his bed, and quietly sang songs softly to them on moonlight nights. That was before he stole the company jet and flew off with his mistress to North Dakota.
Have I ever told you that I love you? I'm really hungry right now, so how about we take care of that after lunch?
Sad territory, all over again, isn't it?
Frammis, and I don't know why. Must review.
Huh — This coffee shop is all fulla old people. Guess they shouldnta offered lifetime refills maybe.
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Me? Considering some hydrogen for lunch. Might be fun.
