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    -- S.

    -- Out for a long iced in t fields to t of me and to t of me tems of interest: in to t of me, couple copulating in tan Studebaker as I remember, a toned pograpaken from tormers capable of flying  knos difficult or not --

    -- And in to your left?

    -- Momma. Rocking.

    -- S way. In a mauve mood.

    -- I tipped my . S return ting.

    -- S;ters anguisality.quot;

    -- Said my discourse   repeatedly.

    -- I asked myself: Do I give a bag of beans?

    -- t fell into the back yard?

    -- th lawn.

    -- ted to give it a Frito?

    -- Yeah?

    -- t it migc fly you understand. It  fly. So I  into to get it a Frito. So I rying to get it to eat to. I o.

    -- She saw you and whipped you.

    -- She did.

    -- S quot;touc s t; number.

    -- She did.

    -- the bird away.

    -- Into tter.

    -- Anticipating no doubt ter by ties.

    -- Momma. Youd ask ;Fine.quot; Like a little kid.

    -- ts ;Fine.quot;

    -- ts all you can get out of em. quot;Finequot;

    -- Boy or girl, dont make a pennys ;Fine.quot;

    -- Fending you off. Similarly, Momma.

    -- Momma loe.

    -- Yes. Se.

    -- I remember t. Banging a our lutes.

    -- Momma sitting trange intoxicants.

    -- Lime Rickeys.

    -- Orange Blossoms.

    -- Rob Roys.

    -- Cuba Libres.

    -- Brandy Alexanders and Bronxes.  stuff?

    -- An iron gut. And divinity, of course.