"i... I... Just couldnt do it"

"Do what?", asked Emma.

"The pirate thing", said Johnny Depp spoken my mind. "Do you feel this is a bit too childish and cartoony?", Emma turns back to me with wanting signs. Here I am, writer of age 31 and a penis that is six inches. Emma voice and my inside voice coincide, meeting from the deepest tempest tornado in the canals of my ears. A quoosh and a quash, swearly Emma up with her stick and my shroom. “Think of the time you are watching us!”, said Elaine, Emma’s mother and the characters portraig at the Circle.

Writing indeed. The mother of the child could not write for her love of her life. Writing indeed indeed in her TMS month of the month too much right. And that ruins my whole piece of writing because that whole thing of transcribing into text is shaza kind yeah that’s East. Okay new sentence new sentence
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Now let me enable my dictation for you. Once in a while I would like to portray myself as a character inside a movie a movie called a bride corpse. The setting of The room requires a little bit of a romance to describe unfortunately none of which is in existence, or for that matter anywhere in this universe may I add.