Sounds from abroad - sounds good! Oh, god! Oh, my dog. My dodgy good! Consonants were flying separately from vowels. Well, something should be said; it wasn’t, although. Oh, my dog! As usual, silently I’ve noticed a pedestrian crossing some road. Coincidently, it was called “Life’’. The Life lied on somewhere else. Before doing any sort of stuff, I had wondered how would that man cross it? Depending – we are all dependents… - how it is chosen. Seemed he would have loads of possibilities. While walking, the pedestrian caught some consonants and vowels from the sky, crossed the road and wrote in the wall some sort of old fashioned utopia from centuries ago: Liberté etc.
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