My fother floatid in a underground cave called cenote. Mather and I looked. We saw bats fly inside. Then father and I walked nekkid in jungle. Mather felt hot. We saw speshul bird called motmot.
Ranned and chased birds in low tide at Spanish Banks Vancouver? I had done so on menny summer dates until every bird flue off in terror. I had also made menny frands and walked thru menny warm pools of water. You ken try it wan date.
In fact that dag was drank from 3 martini lunch at Mather's pedalcure yesterdate. Than I had both (tarruble) and poolside cabana (grate). This mourning I felt lake king of tha hill on mine hike.
This is the tarable "both" inside the kitchen sink. Everything feels tarable except the peenut budder I found all around the sink. Now I smellt ordinary lake a bowl of oatmeel. I wuld lake to smellt lake "buttone".
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