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Sunday, December 28, 2014
Arf! Arf!
Evelyn, a modified dog viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily,
draped across the piano with some surprise ...
In the darkened room, where the chairs were displayed, and the horrible curtains muffled the rain, she could hardly believe her eyes ...
A curious breeze, a garlic breath, which sounded like a snore, somewhere near the steinway, or even from within, had caused the doily fringe to waft and tremble in the gloom ...
Evelyn, a modified dog having undergone further modification, ponders the significance of short person behavior in pedal depressed panchromatic resonance, and other highly ambient domains,
arf, she said.
Arf, arf!
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