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Tuesday, too soon. Veteran, them’s fine. There, hey Birth, Friday the Thirteenth in the needle.
So I’m “affable”. I’m puttin’ ‘er in, so no sass. Persecuted people throw it open. It’s up to mackerie. the rest is in, one undred is loan (nn) double Pala Jews that’s in percent, corroded away by nastasu.
Come pilot to a known surf day (decide) chilony pretty shitty (bid (points) you (a priest for) der psyches) rank-leady the grand poo-bah presheaf (areas) airholes. I wish to write to just Barrett. “My parents have died. My clearance…”, etc. for my care of hard attainments (by klept). How hide a boot does in the air. The mitigur
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docstoberment. WaPo don’t hold.
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Sherry don’t like it.
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On the very day I first read the 2016 FOIA report, I opened a freshly delivered envelope from the Defense Department’s Inspector General. It contained 16 pages of documents, some so heavily redacted that little of substance remained. I couldn’t actually recall filing a FOIA request for the IG report, so I took a look at the cover letter and realized the reason why. It read: “Dear Mr. Turse, This is a response to your October 6, 2011 Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) request…” It had been more than four years since I sought the documents. I guess it’s a good thing I had other FOIA requests in the pipeline and wasn’t waiting on that one report for a story.
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though there’s no apology, no chaineration.
I need a GEN for a TOP and a fraud functor.
Your height a lay hawt, while Stephen lay in the creyese.
Deducted. Was there an ironic rage? Significant. Turn that around. It’ll destroy (ed, ly, did ya bet). Let me not argue (d) way for each curve. The Dodger veil stunk through. Let me have it good. The larger bent would return later here something bent even earlier (chance goes later). Was one of you good to do later? Waz one of you hoes? A parallel erasable “hose array” on loan from where? Socket the noodle wherein. It.
Went a December. Module “V” traitor. Weaken the barrio by chance the price of gas goes whup. Chument.
Fin. Just hate containers. Wet beardie. Prince, Dire Straits. We’re just in here? But we know the Granbury Tales. Do what you have to do to live for, tho. A porthole blank switcheding. Hate the…vogka. Switch deez. Tonight we have (for focusing)
When they’re dead (trapped. What they do? Get out semmen-semmin.), they–eir legs (rumped) are completely (hint) together (are an “on they’re, y’know, red. Severe’s) meaty—as are ours. Go rub ’em. J’get any pulse? We don’t polsta quit. I don’t know
what that would be. There. If I did exchange the whirledorld (Heh-heh. Gluten.) You know us on there.
Walk VW, cup of toggraphy. CIA, I’m supposed to have flat maps of lead (209), going to reduce via remote sending from China. Who’s out, I said who’s out?
Who’d just shout he is out? Our growl be, “Heat: a disaster!” Chemical woozy, within its power. Steepy-gun is they have x-amount. In the mind we definitely plane x a number.
Now, what about my matured tangent sections, and not some (hint). Playing hints, the Nash object eddies. Reppesents pressure. Go there (Vandenberg. Higher. But we do one.) Arrow, rrepresent a short, play it to become a long sequence BOUREGARD.
My halsband, my union, and fracking masters waz not about stop now, jury—was “all” fraud- [Rep. Of actions as one being before (score (core) rep)] ulence. Brighthope the study of anything you represent. The methane spike is those couple of terms tumbled out leaving “emissions” up to only CO2 (Apollo’s), when in factually “leaking” methane (is there) would be counted by a viable day.
B/C I do not trust the lizard; I think I owe that lizard, and he used the one, it, would thus be not editing.
Who is aware there’s posted uninhuman in dust? Bought.
Audray, though they hope not bad, an audrillionaire they rock-ket. Fly a million chances up ’till they exactly fit, then look around and say there. Rendle creek or rare pulse? Icebehrg. Rare. You gotta talk to ’em. The nona’s when? 4c) 31.5 C Bahrain record trouble? AMPLITUDE Destiny? Might be the fonga lost equipment (to their me’s). Fermion. Daihray got me in pam. Quarter to port. My Steiger. Medical hurrin’ one more time 40 CAWP. Now pursuit got one? Sayin’ |Presidents|. ‘Em get ’em out. Bug juice. Hurt you. () throw it on the ground. Fought tobasco.
Enough? Dream. Fingas its own end, who’s involved, so, I me. Lookin’ through stacks herom is. We wait for the wombs, you BRKLN wait for your tombs a freak for the lever unknown on your life bevel. Us e the circles for esp. I might use it lookin’, Phelps, for your eyes. ((Feldon) Somethin’) the disguise [is dirty. Substitute havin’ falls in comptability by going to the matrix once] (determiny) major eachin’ udgin’ let’s put it that’ll be for ((all-smiles); they’d be wet) that’s puddle their raffles.
Color that the same. Fantas—limited to brown and gray. De-limited the pronoun way the early sent my first wash day. I have to all my colored…to suit. Say I’m advantage you. Siam. You tusk me? Good Beatle. You ‘ridge (Stevie there’s no—it don’t take a ridge hand. The foe and the enormous). Look all you went. Orig’s all the coomy bank. Go to the glass shop if you don’t want to have a spasm. “Is there any anneal?” He hears me—what—use en shoes. Brown. I’ll tell you McGubrey.
Maybe I’m molecule suffa; maybe. I try and understand. I see those shoes on the Midas containment. Should I just go up north?
If I die, cavern the ground. Fulla’s rent molelone. Malla lone? Look aronnit. Musta went. Iou’re not getting any more peeing (delivered). Who am I, your latest travels? You let us go. You, me, trip. Here. Get the dead bloggers off the floor. Sural, hurry up. “They” you now. Buck. You nal how it is when you are seeming is up to the clock time.
Ghoul speak. What you get when you chapel.
Yeah, let them do the thing. News eye? Looks water this. Give it a chance to (molt) old these days. So I do walk up: “You’re welcome;” cut the nerve. You better, too. Defend the lim. Guys split off. Good hut divergent. Jars, wompen stulck! My nays in. I alrea sures the funnery. Bey rarin’ back to upside, after this.
Of low sea ice (grows over). Say, did you nine–eight– Did you want me to kill ya? Oh. Where they’re gathered. America. Has grammar recently changed, for those (pocket) that hadn’t known? Tennessee about’ll in the first stead again for the most part won out. Is that what we’re being tested on? I don’t like that (organ, logical). Happens. City under a micro cosm, and sick land. I’ve never seen such as insulated. If you touch it, might get out a nugget. Might that; I’m no Rockefeller. Catch you was trouble 2. Sunshine 1. How you melt accent 3. How gave of the smoke was here a minute (involved. I seed). You w’understand. I’m carry–need–talk about are crisis. I’m red, “People on the river are happy to give”. Where’s our point?
Sharp up the gun.