i know my speeches are buttered up i know no nudge that s neat enough its dull to say i hope you tread where every strike is carpeted its dull to well i do yes i bit down roughly on not so well bold claim to taste a feel in felt to hamm it up the hearts a sore for babies sake and nothing more but equally theres a need for being soppy on a hilltop the main character who carries the plot with him and twitches as it thickens who can sting when stung and uncork the pores and if maleness won t sob then be a girl 1