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34 and yellow-striped wings: here romance stutters to the western stars, "Excuse...me..."

Old foundations of rotten wood.

An old barn done-for and out of the wormholes ten-legged roaches shook up and scared by sunlight.

So a pickax digs a long tooth with a short memory.

Fire can not eat this rubbish till it has lain in the sun.

The story lags.

The story has no connections.

The story is nothing but a lot of banjo plinka planka plunks.