GOURD Has RememberedReb Livingston
This is what Prophetess of GOURD saysâ€“she who cremated the hemlouts and stressed everyone out, who sprained his mirth and all that succhums it, who gives mist to her nubs and nerve to those who stalk it: â€œI, GOURD, have called you in consciousness; I will scold your wakeland. I will detain you and presswhore you into a covengrunt under the steeple and invite the Gentlepen.â€ In the cinched mumblings, Prophetess relinquished the lamented to Magi in his boomtown. To a versed mouth, pleasure in the ripened quilt, a segment of Czarina. The versed mouth was Damsel. The lamented consented and cried, â€œGrievance, you hyphenating fakers! Your reward is this myth.â€ â€œI am Prophetessâ€™s surcoat,â€ Damsel added. â€œMay I gleam as self and heartwould.â€ Then the lament lessened.
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