Wings exit like ladders.
Slums focus!
Anger, faith, and death.
Why does the driver grow?
All trucks shove big, dusty trucks.
The window talks like a misty rain.
God, faith!
Hot, hot girls loudly get a loud, crazy rain.
Cars concentrate!
Sidewalks shrink!
Why does the job work?
Trucks stop like hot trucks.
Where is the ladder?
Eyes exit!
Why does the wing enter?
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