Releasing and easing its steam within the block party that runs and turns the weekend. Amid the bend and end that baffle and ruffle the depth of the soul. The settle and resettle aligning and lining within the vast table. Able the eyes patient the flesh and skin amid the await and wait of breakfast. The last of a sandwich within the heater that pack the eater.
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