He didn’t like faxes, he didn’t like phones. When he stood among many, he’d stand alone. He loved his sausage, but shied from greens; used to spin his little sister in the washing machine.
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He didn’t like faxes, he didn’t like phones. When he stood among many, he’d stand alone. He loved his sausage, but shied from greens; used to spin his little sister in the washing machine.