I was ablated yesterday by Grove Press neurologists. The dimensions continue to bubble and pour Clorox onto positrons of sunlight. Contrary to the bless you sneezing its grace period on sneaker trails, I overshadowed my own fuselage's reconstruction and saw the fortified book of life jump to the front of the fire. Your strange balloon is sneaking into bed with my wife every night. It fills her with helium and from then on, she is never like I remembered.