bottom, and a dollar, too.....
there'd be shared mannerisms...in content, if not in form...or the inverse....
must be a phase..
.a stage...the one I shoulda left on.....
how many discrete parts has this whole...?
each magical.....as they collude, unknowingly.....
I see paw prints..
.someone's hopping....
.....oh, it's me.....
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