Furius, who is a serious necker, is an archaic necker.

His necking doesn't climax, his necking ignites.

I am you and father and new wave. We quarrel

about dentists and the mess made by silent possums.

It is pulchritude to me who has two parents.

Two parents who come from a long line of parents.

We don't see the good, the bad, all the valets

parking conquistadors. We don't see timetables,

incidents, or gratuitous Roman Ruins.

This fact isn't implied, nor is the dollar amount.

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