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Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were
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[Griffin NoName]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult

[Swatopluk]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find.

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find. The ladies

[Swatopluk]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find. The ladies in waiting

[Aphos]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find. The ladies in waiting chased phantom

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find. The ladies in waiting chased phantom operatic sopranos.

[Swatopluk]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find. The ladies in waiting chased phantom operatic sopranos. Another song

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find. The ladies in waiting chased phantom operatic sopranos. Another song would have

[Swatopluk]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find. The ladies in waiting chased phantom operatic sopranos. Another song would have broken the

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find. The ladies in waiting chased phantom operatic sopranos. Another song would have broken the charming atmosphere

[Aphos]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find. The ladies in waiting chased phantom operatic sopranos. Another song would have broken the charming atmosphere.  Dogs howled.

[Swatopluk]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find. The ladies in waiting chased phantom operatic sopranos. Another song would have broken the charming atmosphere.  Dogs howled. Wolves answered.

[Griffin NoName]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find. The ladies in waiting chased phantom operatic sopranos. Another song would have broken the charming atmosphere.  Dogs howled. Wolves answered. Rain swept

[Swatopluk]

Chapter six

Ensuing chaos overwhelmed everyone. Only Mrs. Wilson, chiropodist, remained unaffected. Calmly brewing her tea, she sang "Supercalifragilisticexpedalidocious" to herself. Choral fantasies by bored housewives filled the vast amphitheatre. Mrs. Wilson, herself prone towards Gregorian gangsta rap whistled solemnly but wisely.

She sipped her tea without a qualm, biscuit rolls followed by large cucumber sandwich. Generally sipping tonic water was her favorite pastime. But Wednesdays the chosen acolytes visited; they preferred hazelnut frappes and exquisite eclairs with plum jam. Tea was cold and so was the weather. Cobwebs hung threateningly above the jam jar shelf.  Pears hung overripe from the gentlemens' very own choir box. Overhead projectors hummed, dust was raised everywhere. Nobody took the black widow seriously.

Melodies of atonal serialism inspired by Richard Harris filled the parklands. The hurdy-gurdy grind organ needed repair, although upright mechanics were especially difficult to find. The ladies in waiting chased phantom operatic sopranos. Another song would have broken the charming atmosphere.  Dogs howled. Wolves answered. Rain swept quite depressingly