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I guess I will never find my shoe horse today, she went swimming in the tides of volcanic lava. I am happy because it never happened to her apart from that one time, I never had any children, my children are playing with the Hungarian prime minister of plastic buckets this afternoon, I know it will never happen but I remember my horse having a sex change, I swore only to serve the needs of the precious underwear of the tree master. But like I said that never happened, only in your elbow tissues are the funny nuns of battlefields.