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From: Todd Odonnell
Subject: [D-moon-blue-devel] Re [5]:
Date: Wed, 04 Oct 2006 02:21:51 -0000

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No. ! I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. No. M. Two. A. to.

But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. He almost rejected it (was that a faint groan from down there in the sweatshops? It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge.

Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. I'll duck one of the two capsules she gives me every other time she brings them. Because it was that bitter taste which brought the high tide in over the piling. He could vaguely remember drinking his own piss, how hot it had been, how salty. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. Enough so he had gone into what she called respiratory depression at least once. It spilled out of his fingers onto the board and then skittered toward the edge. I was hoping Misery's Child would finally be out in paperback, but no such luck. But after a while Paul did not notice the Ducky Daddles voice of the typewriter.


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