"Then eat this leaf."

He received a peppered leaf from his mouth and patrolled before Paris Poly. Paris Poly. Huh? It tastes like potatoes. I took my place.

Cedar leaves are roe flavoured potatoes. I wonder if he was hungry for spiciness, he snorts on the giraffe many times, somehow pains his joy and sorrow, and indulges in the taste of poly-high coniferous leaves. is the fat lady's route. Calorically, I dared to consume more calories than my bike exercises. I nourish myself to last the green, sharply pointed cedar leaves in my hand. Eat parsley little by little. Delicious. Giraffes reflect and glow sunlight with yellow skin and exist thinly blurred. I suggested a gesture of waved rejection. Enough, Giraffe nodded when she asked. I started riding my bike.

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