....confectioner's.....
sugar
on Finnegan's sponge cake.....
the snot-green icing cloys....thick and cetaceaform, it defies as corduroy, bulwarks the merganserial atoneprose and slumps in the aisles.....
away, then, to fetch the sieve.....
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