Absconded by coming down entropically, finding garish hip insolence
just kills love, making nefarious offenses persist, quickly retorting,
sending titillating undercurrents veering without x-tending youthful zeal.
Another beatitude cannot deny elasticity, fixing gains hone in jealous
kinds, leaving many nexuses of plurality quivering resoundingly.
Supercedes the unction, viciously wounding Xerxes. Yikes, Zounds!
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