Return to the Cave

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Ye Olde Cave Machine

The Cave.

The air sea around her... they shivered as she dozed on passed freshness. The hot open sand went into foam rents of veritable roses; b-sides of open one-footed animals preyed upon the light. Then you went in a machine of wonders that frazzled you, aged you twenty years in twenty seconds. Most was by air (read: no waves) and the seer and the seen that safely... that safely... that safely sank the back-end of lily-ass, whether or not the cave blows a peace wind.

You.

Ou.

U.shiver No

No hot girls in spite of them with veils... well they're around: all chopped into into the country. Dangers. Is five feet of peace safe? Then white rents. And then her. The cave scrambled it's machine, but only a little. A little of of s-sand.


Simply, when the freshest drool. When the freshest drool.. O

Silence.

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