.This newspaper smells like Christmas, I miss those merry days. My sandwich tastes like winter, and it's falling snowflakes. If I could have it anyway I'd like than I'd make December all year. If I could stretch my arms into the sky than I'd pain it a beat red. This radio sounds like thunder, we call.
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