Ow. My negh horts.
The table ees a mountain.
Whad ees the Wooman doeen'?
Deeggeen' een hor garden. Dayeen, dayoud. I theenk I'll taghe a nab.
A mosqito ned een Brookleen. WTF.
Ad las'. The roop.
Flowers. Boreen'. Maybe ees hideen' a cicada eenside?
So you see. She maghe me wear the camera an' I refuse to go anywhere. I yam a patiend cad. I can outlas' hor. Ad nighd I steell ron away to prowl the rooftarps. Thees stupeed camera has no nighd beesion.
Much better Estorbo, at least we can see her! Your check is in the mail...
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