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TO KEEP THE FISH TANK CLEAN


RETURN TO THE HUNDRED ACRE WOOD. IT’S NOT A DOOR PRIZE OR A GOODY BAG. WE CAN TAKE IT AS A SIGN. ROADSIDE BOMBS KEEP EXPLODING POWERFUL PEOPLE INTERVENE. THE PRIZE IS WON, BUT THE PEACE, AS, ALWAYS, ELUSIVE. ALL THE INFORMATION AT YOUR FINGERTIPS. LITERALLY! TRYING TO PRESERVE THE MOMENT AS IT FADED, THE IMPERFECTIONIST WITH PATIENT GOOD HUMOUR AND A LOPSIDED SMILE, MADE A LOT OF CHANGES IN THE PLANS. I KNOW THIS HAPPENS TO KEEP THE FISH TANK CLEAN. IDEAS ARE TYPICALLY ACCEPTED AS YET NO CLEAR SENSE. HELP THE YARDLESS? MARGARITAVILLE OR BUST!
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