My pet crow started his week over Mon blues and slogged it out till Thurs’tea. Since he was feeling thirsty he went to a crow bar. There he could stick around without a button and his tiredness..so he became a well’crow. Then he met a she crow who caught what could he'throw. She was upset over his talking and made him pay for Caw'fee. After partying hard he returned home. Now my crow soft.
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