Anyways, Life is great, we have microwave ovens, convection ovens, and stove tops. I'm feeling a little adverse. Time, Space, I don't know. Blessings, Feelings, Curses. Crumbling until we hit the bottom, and then it doesn't matter. We all eat ourselves, and you aren't allowed to know this.
Touch someone,
Fred
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