moked a widdle
foyer eh
empty
feline furry
passed
in
ten
cents
bee end
in up
lie
kite aught
never down
never once
go in moon
sty el es raw
like miss
taken
voy err
foo lish
can tween
nitches
may kind i put
stitches
on
owl
yawn
dare brains
need goo ruses
ween
threw yall
ike like
udder
butter
cut
i .
through.
you?
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