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From: Darin Noble
Subject: [Fluxbox-aa-users] Re [9]:
Date: Wed, 04 Oct 2006 02:42:34 -0000

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M. OOO. He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. He almost rejected it (was that a faint groan from down there in the sweatshops? I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. WHY? A. No. or. M.

He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. He lay in bed looking at the ceiling, his throat dry and his heart beating fast.

He almost rejected it (was that a faint groan from down there in the sweatshops? I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge.


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