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Third Quinsy

The cycle of my events turned a cork of wine, and instead of a corkscrew, Pigidius. Hello from the bottom!

The light in closed windows changed. It turned on, then Robel. You get wet with me in the rain. Sorry, we diverge today. And tomorrow ice and snow, like chalk.

The winter air will not warm us, we will not burn at the battery. My words are like a baby babble. Do not believe me in the spring now, because you are the first lung cancer, the second diabetes, the third sore throat.

Do not listen to my nonsense.