Two word story

[Pachyderm]

Chapter Nineteen
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Next morning after breakfast, Whipplestein took refuge in the dungeon.  The gaoler was kind and tender hearted but quite deaf.  Not hearing Whipplestein enter, he let out a very violent molerat and cursed it using an elongated staff. Whipplestein's surprised pet adder slithered towards an amourous ant nest.  His intentions were obvious. The molerat scurried away to buy time. Frenetic luncheon preparations took part all morning. Despite all this, nothing got consumed because of mouse droppings.  Health Services, alarmed by the extent of mouse sprayed mace, declared the use of wombat fritters an acceptable form of punishment. Henceforth, mouse macers and halberdiers would be banned. Until the sun went supernova, scuba badgers washed their scimitars with care after slicing rancid mice kidneys.

Still, Whipplestein wore liverie embroidered with mouse skulls. This angered Ms. Estefan, Emilio's concubine, who had a mouse-free policy for political reasons. Nonetheless, the Grand Poobaa forced mice to race in tiny circles round huge mazes without cheese! The halberdiers cut down on calories, eating tofu with Reductil's exciting new but equally chunky salsa. The result was dancing and cavorting until dawn. Afterwards, there were casualties. This was dealt with by wrapping holy shrouds over their distorted features hiding pustulating but fragrant boils. Chanel and Coco were aghast. Aghast ghosts goosed guests. Nevertheless, unphased, the phaser fell into rhythmic syncopation and corrugated (which means breaking wind) rudely. Emilio's immediate reaction was to pull his nose and draw his knees up to his nostrils to show that primordial yoga will woo wombles. Wombles, a relative of xmas-wombles, wombled away from the unfortunate scene. Nevertheless, Emilio, halberd ready, waded into the fray unashamed. Glory, glory hallelujah sang the President's Guard

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Nineteen
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Next morning after breakfast, Whipplestein took refuge in the dungeon.  The gaoler was kind and tender hearted but quite deaf.  Not hearing Whipplestein enter, he let out a very violent molerat and cursed it using an elongated staff. Whipplestein's surprised pet adder slithered towards an amourous ant nest.  His intentions were obvious. The molerat scurried away to buy time. Frenetic luncheon preparations took part all morning. Despite all this, nothing got consumed because of mouse droppings.  Health Services, alarmed by the extent of mouse sprayed mace, declared the use of wombat fritters an acceptable form of punishment. Henceforth, mouse macers and halberdiers would be banned. Until the sun went supernova, scuba badgers washed their scimitars with care after slicing rancid mice kidneys.

Still, Whipplestein wore liverie embroidered with mouse skulls. This angered Ms. Estefan, Emilio's concubine, who had a mouse-free policy for political reasons. Nonetheless, the Grand Poobaa forced mice to race in tiny circles round huge mazes without cheese! The halberdiers cut down on calories, eating tofu with Reductil's exciting new but equally chunky salsa. The result was dancing and cavorting until dawn. Afterwards, there were casualties. This was dealt with by wrapping holy shrouds over their distorted features hiding pustulating but fragrant boils. Chanel and Coco were aghast. Aghast ghosts goosed guests. Nevertheless, unphased, the phaser fell into rhythmic syncopation and corrugated (which means breaking wind) rudely. Emilio's immediate reaction was to pull his nose and draw his knees up to his nostrils to show that primordial yoga will woo wombles. Wombles, a relative of xmas-wombles, wombled away from the unfortunate scene. Nevertheless, Emilio, halberd ready, waded into the fray unashamed. Glory, glory hallelujah sang the President's Guard. All the

[Aphos]

Chapter Nineteen
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Next morning after breakfast, Whipplestein took refuge in the dungeon.  The gaoler was kind and tender hearted but quite deaf.  Not hearing Whipplestein enter, he let out a very violent molerat and cursed it using an elongated staff. Whipplestein's surprised pet adder slithered towards an amourous ant nest.  His intentions were obvious. The molerat scurried away to buy time. Frenetic luncheon preparations took part all morning. Despite all this, nothing got consumed because of mouse droppings.  Health Services, alarmed by the extent of mouse sprayed mace, declared the use of wombat fritters an acceptable form of punishment. Henceforth, mouse macers and halberdiers would be banned. Until the sun went supernova, scuba badgers washed their scimitars with care after slicing rancid mice kidneys.

Still, Whipplestein wore liverie embroidered with mouse skulls. This angered Ms. Estefan, Emilio's concubine, who had a mouse-free policy for political reasons. Nonetheless, the Grand Poobaa forced mice to race in tiny circles round huge mazes without cheese! The halberdiers cut down on calories, eating tofu with Reductil's exciting new but equally chunky salsa. The result was dancing and cavorting until dawn. Afterwards, there were casualties. This was dealt with by wrapping holy shrouds over their distorted features hiding pustulating but fragrant boils. Chanel and Coco were aghast. Aghast ghosts goosed guests. Nevertheless, unphased, the phaser fell into rhythmic syncopation and corrugated (which means breaking wind) rudely. Emilio's immediate reaction was to pull his nose and draw his knees up to his nostrils to show that primordial yoga will woo wombles. Wombles, a relative of xmas-wombles, wombled away from the unfortunate scene. Nevertheless, Emilio, halberd ready, waded into the fray unashamed. Glory, glory hallelujah sang the President's Guard. All the King's horses

[Pachyderm]

Chapter Nineteen
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Next morning after breakfast, Whipplestein took refuge in the dungeon.  The gaoler was kind and tender hearted but quite deaf.  Not hearing Whipplestein enter, he let out a very violent molerat and cursed it using an elongated staff. Whipplestein's surprised pet adder slithered towards an amourous ant nest.  His intentions were obvious. The molerat scurried away to buy time. Frenetic luncheon preparations took part all morning. Despite all this, nothing got consumed because of mouse droppings.  Health Services, alarmed by the extent of mouse sprayed mace, declared the use of wombat fritters an acceptable form of punishment. Henceforth, mouse macers and halberdiers would be banned. Until the sun went supernova, scuba badgers washed their scimitars with care after slicing rancid mice kidneys.

Still, Whipplestein wore liverie embroidered with mouse skulls. This angered Ms. Estefan, Emilio's concubine, who had a mouse-free policy for political reasons. Nonetheless, the Grand Poobaa forced mice to race in tiny circles round huge mazes without cheese! The halberdiers cut down on calories, eating tofu with Reductil's exciting new but equally chunky salsa. The result was dancing and cavorting until dawn. Afterwards, there were casualties. This was dealt with by wrapping holy shrouds over their distorted features hiding pustulating but fragrant boils. Chanel and Coco were aghast. Aghast ghosts goosed guests. Nevertheless, unphased, the phaser fell into rhythmic syncopation and corrugated (which means breaking wind) rudely. Emilio's immediate reaction was to pull his nose and draw his knees up to his nostrils to show that primordial yoga will woo wombles. Wombles, a relative of xmas-wombles, wombled away from the unfortunate scene. Nevertheless, Emilio, halberd ready, waded into the fray unashamed. Glory, glory hallelujah sang the President's Guard. All the King's horses wore taffeta

[Swatopluk]

Chapter Nineteen
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Next morning after breakfast, Whipplestein took refuge in the dungeon.  The gaoler was kind and tender hearted but quite deaf.  Not hearing Whipplestein enter, he let out a very violent molerat and cursed it using an elongated staff. Whipplestein's surprised pet adder slithered towards an amourous ant nest.  His intentions were obvious. The molerat scurried away to buy time. Frenetic luncheon preparations took part all morning. Despite all this, nothing got consumed because of mouse droppings.  Health Services, alarmed by the extent of mouse sprayed mace, declared the use of wombat fritters an acceptable form of punishment. Henceforth, mouse macers and halberdiers would be banned. Until the sun went supernova, scuba badgers washed their scimitars with care after slicing rancid mice kidneys.

Still, Whipplestein wore liverie embroidered with mouse skulls. This angered Ms. Estefan, Emilio's concubine, who had a mouse-free policy for political reasons. Nonetheless, the Grand Poobaa forced mice to race in tiny circles round huge mazes without cheese! The halberdiers cut down on calories, eating tofu with Reductil's exciting new but equally chunky salsa. The result was dancing and cavorting until dawn. Afterwards, there were casualties. This was dealt with by wrapping holy shrouds over their distorted features hiding pustulating but fragrant boils. Chanel and Coco were aghast. Aghast ghosts goosed guests. Nevertheless, unphased, the phaser fell into rhythmic syncopation and corrugated (which means breaking wind) rudely. Emilio's immediate reaction was to pull his nose and draw his knees up to his nostrils to show that primordial yoga will woo wombles. Wombles, a relative of xmas-wombles, wombled away from the unfortunate scene. Nevertheless, Emilio, halberd ready, waded into the fray unashamed. Glory, glory hallelujah sang the President's Guard. All the King's horses wore taffeta and real

[Opsa]

Chapter Nineteen
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Next morning after breakfast, Whipplestein took refuge in the dungeon.  The gaoler was kind and tender hearted but quite deaf.  Not hearing Whipplestein enter, he let out a very violent molerat and cursed it using an elongated staff. Whipplestein's surprised pet adder slithered towards an amourous ant nest.  His intentions were obvious. The molerat scurried away to buy time. Frenetic luncheon preparations took part all morning. Despite all this, nothing got consumed because of mouse droppings.  Health Services, alarmed by the extent of mouse sprayed mace, declared the use of wombat fritters an acceptable form of punishment. Henceforth, mouse macers and halberdiers would be banned. Until the sun went supernova, scuba badgers washed their scimitars with care after slicing rancid mice kidneys.

Still, Whipplestein wore liverie embroidered with mouse skulls. This angered Ms. Estefan, Emilio's concubine, who had a mouse-free policy for political reasons. Nonetheless, the Grand Poobaa forced mice to race in tiny circles round huge mazes without cheese! The halberdiers cut down on calories, eating tofu with Reductil's exciting new but equally chunky salsa. The result was dancing and cavorting until dawn. Afterwards, there were casualties. This was dealt with by wrapping holy shrouds over their distorted features hiding pustulating but fragrant boils. Chanel and Coco were aghast. Aghast ghosts goosed guests. Nevertheless, unphased, the phaser fell into rhythmic syncopation and corrugated (which means breaking wind) rudely. Emilio's immediate reaction was to pull his nose and draw his knees up to his nostrils to show that primordial yoga will woo wombles. Wombles, a relative of xmas-wombles, wombled away from the unfortunate scene. Nevertheless, Emilio, halberd ready, waded into the fray unashamed. Glory, glory hallelujah sang the President's Guard. All the King's horses wore taffeta and real mouse-skull-encrusted helmets.

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter Nineteen
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Next morning after breakfast, Whipplestein took refuge in the dungeon.  The gaoler was kind and tender hearted but quite deaf.  Not hearing Whipplestein enter, he let out a very violent molerat and cursed it using an elongated staff. Whipplestein's surprised pet adder slithered towards an amourous ant nest.  His intentions were obvious. The molerat scurried away to buy time. Frenetic luncheon preparations took part all morning. Despite all this, nothing got consumed because of mouse droppings.  Health Services, alarmed by the extent of mouse sprayed mace, declared the use of wombat fritters an acceptable form of punishment. Henceforth, mouse macers and halberdiers would be banned. Until the sun went supernova, scuba badgers washed their scimitars with care after slicing rancid mice kidneys.

Still, Whipplestein wore liverie embroidered with mouse skulls. This angered Ms. Estefan, Emilio's concubine, who had a mouse-free policy for political reasons. Nonetheless, the Grand Poobaa forced mice to race in tiny circles round huge mazes without cheese! The halberdiers cut down on calories, eating tofu with Reductil's exciting new but equally chunky salsa. The result was dancing and cavorting until dawn. Afterwards, there were casualties. This was dealt with by wrapping holy shrouds over their distorted features hiding pustulating but fragrant boils. Chanel and Coco were aghast. Aghast ghosts goosed guests. Nevertheless, unphased, the phaser fell into rhythmic syncopation and corrugated (which means breaking wind) rudely. Emilio's immediate reaction was to pull his nose and draw his knees up to his nostrils to show that primordial yoga will woo wombles. Wombles, a relative of xmas-wombles, wombled away from the unfortunate scene. Nevertheless, Emilio, halberd ready, waded into the fray unashamed. Glory, glory hallelujah sang the President's Guard. All the King's horses wore taffeta and real mouse-skull-encrusted helmets. Seven died.

[Swatopluk]

Chapter the Twentieth

Morning broke

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter the Twentieth

Morning broke on Brokeback

[Swatopluk]

Chapter the Twentieth

Morning broke on Brokeback Muir valley

[Opsa]

Chapter the Twentieth

Morning broke on Brokeback Muir valley. The blackbirds

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter the Twentieth

Morning broke on Brokeback Muir valley. The blackbirds warbled operatic

[Bruder Cuzzen]

Chapter the Twentieth

Morning broke on Brokeback Muir valley. The blackbirds warbled operatic love songs

[Aphos]

Chapter the Twentieth

Morning broke on Brokeback Muir valley. The blackbirds warbled operatic love songs while dancing

[Bruder Cuzzen]

Chapter the Twentieth

Morning broke on Brokeback Muir valley. The blackbirds warbled operatic love songs while dancing on the