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It's a fact that tennis courts and deserts have viable nets. Some are invisible and others are attached by sore contestants. The key to the game is how the game takes. A take is a new expression for an opinion. This is how borders behave when a match is divided up. The dunes are mental coordinates between players. And food is the supplication. It was expensive the way we loaded the courts with key and lock atmospheres. Accorded, the deserts performances. The tallied screams were in language's of desperate men. So the game was over.
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