Suffer the Shriveled of Spirit to Curse at You

Suffer the Shriveled of Spirit to Curse at You

Does not the world—that fat lout— stomp on their corns, hard? Do they not starve for sweets that, eaten, stab their cavities? Let them aouga as you make a legal left. Let them howl as you drop the last on-sale angelfood cake into your cart just as they run up,...
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