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Sudetenland Tales
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forestall any un-coming expectation of any hope for a workable, operative mechanism, which can only conclude in disenchantment and depression, conclusively and hardheadedly think that there is no money in it. His openly devised veneer is clearly there for the purpose of what he has been programmed to believe will be an advantageous, opening in an inevitable monetary negotiation.
This is nothing new. This same scenario is played, re-played, and re-played, as no one but defeated and discredited Adolph has devised anything better. When young we openly disdain, but as we age in solitude, we come to pretend ignorance. Ted and his precious camera are nothing more than a boring continuation of a monetarily needy world. We only wish someone was here to share in the cruelly, derisive laughter. Maybe someday we’ll tell about our day’s experience, fully cognizant of the melancholy certitude of an inability to accurately explain the mirth and disregard.
Linda Lovelace finally popped her head up to say; “Are we still on? ....... The slurpee took a while.”
“Heil Hitler.”