c) Part of the forum:
I walk the dog in the morning. Braz (my dog) loves to write in all exotic places. Today there is an open place.
I am standing. Brahma writes in a luck. And then from there, a three-storey mat with a voice full of such despair that I stood, so from the place, and rattled, drowning with a swallow.
Glad he didn’t go out. How would I look this man in the eyes?