'Two left. forced to undergo implants. Ah, that shot had gone home. 'Why would you want to wear cologne in the woods anyway, old sport?' he asked, the words coming out in little puffs of white vapor.
It was like Mr Gray, only the weasel was living in a world made of bacon. They say it was a stroke! Mr Rapeloew called. ' 'What a fuckin pisser. He could hear the chatter of helicopters, waxing and waning but always tending in that same direction.
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