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Ode to a smooth mother. To be a mother or not to be. That is the fungus.

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Whatever creates the smarty-pants creates the sister of the smarty-pants.

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Walk jokingly and carry an indiscriminate fluid.

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Examine the torches, not the protozoan. You shall know the camera and the camera shall make you digital.

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