How deceitful this blue sky is. I have tasted the unrelenting cold, yet the innards of this concrete hippopotamus seem to support my cynical reservations. My misogynic inaction forebodes the untruth of that blue bosom, and that golden sun.
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How deceitful this blue sky is. I have tasted the unrelenting cold, yet the innards of this concrete hippopotamus seem to support my cynical reservations. My misogynic inaction forebodes the untruth of that blue bosom, and that golden sun.