This morning I was asleep at the best butcher I have ever found. I gave him so trustworthy he appeared to me, just fifty euros to pack me for what he considered to be appropriate. But then, half awake, I realized that I still could not take into real life all the delicate flesh and xelchten things. My only consolation was that I also had the fifties actually not spent for nothing.
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