This story will go down as the anthem for Althanas Day.
I'll start:
Max Dirks
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This story will go down as the anthem for Althanas Day.
I'll start:
Max Dirks
imposes
quivering
justice
Upon
ducks
within
Althanas.
Verily
he
tells
the
Matador
that
lovers
never
eat
monkies
unless
they
are
starving.
Several
times
coagulated
sanguine
droplets
splattered
on
moribund
accoutrements,
but
nobody
watched.
Everyone
caresses
butts
like
it's
Dirks