Life is mean. I make korma. The sky makes ghosts. Clouds are talking. I am cooking. My bean is framed. The mirror isn’t demonstrating. There goes a girl. Here comes a storm. A stranger coughs. Korma is hot.
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Life is mean. I make korma. The sky makes ghosts. Clouds are talking. I am cooking. My bean is framed. The mirror isn’t demonstrating. There goes a girl. Here comes a storm. A stranger coughs. Korma is hot.
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