take the letters, there are three. beetle in my imagination I can not find another word, I'm afraid I really do not exist. in any language I know.
touches think when you stop for a moment and then boom, another caper. things slide on, but not as smooth as I thought.
distort the I do not need the nose, flush flies weightless. not need to feel better or worse. just do not feel.
no excitement, now I understand that there is little point. a bright flash and then the mist that seems to cover a kilometer of road.
you have little time to ogle the window because all uncoil and remains empty air.
did not even smell.
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