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grumbled

In the land of betterburg, i tasted the magical strawberries which tingled like a play in my mouth and as the tangi-tungs touched my taste buds. In the land of bunker junker,  I saw the  trees i the grass growing there hair with the barky-bunch running and rolling around. In the and of stutter jutter, i heard the cars grumbled and had there fuel at the car-coffee house.

 

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