Summers swept slowly across the diameter of Yolo county.
Dirty moles clambered about in their playpens.
Our lawn was the chosen build site for moletropolis.
They got a fresh coat of wet on their roofs each morning which kept their burrows chilled.
We got the opportunity to play who'll-twist-their-ankles-first.
Bum deal.
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ouch.
i wasn't trying to be anonymous. the machine excerpt my choices. drats.
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ghosts in the machine.
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