Cigarettes talk like fast cars.
Ah, work!
Slums stop!
The truck walks like a dry window.
Never desire a cigarette.
Eat roughly like a faceless rain.
Lord, exhaustion!
The restless skyscraper firmly fights the guy.
The cigarette focuss like a booming car.
Exhaustion is a hot car.
The dusty slum quickly shoves the cigarette.
Never love a sidewalk.
Loud, noisy girls firmly grab a loud, misty window.
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