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Feeling alone, his breath wafts lazily across the barren wind.
"Dear sweet monkey," he curses as he spits and dies.
"Shall I compare thee to a winter's day, frigid bitch?"
Ever languidly aloft floats the delighted and joyous dust speck.
"I do believe my hand is missing!" he called suddenly.
When suddenly, a massive tide of fur enveloped the ridge.
"Please sir," she cried, "stay! For I must kill you!"
"Dear sweet monkey," he curses as he spits and dies.
"Shall I compare thee to a winter's day, frigid bitch?"
Ever languidly aloft floats the delighted and joyous dust speck.
"I do believe my hand is missing!" he called suddenly.
When suddenly, a massive tide of fur enveloped the ridge.
"Please sir," she cried, "stay! For I must kill you!"
