A Tale of Woe : Another Mislaid Purgator
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Judy liked going out-of-doors.
The more out-of-doors that she could get the happier she was,
Until she finally found that there was a limit to the amount of out-of-doors there could be.
"Who would have thought..." She mused.
"That there could be a quantifible limit to Out-of-doorness..."
But then; of course, it was too late.
The helicopters began flying over with the unwell tardigrades.
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The more out-of-doors that she could get the happier she was,
Until she finally found that there was a limit to the amount of out-of-doors there could be.
"Who would have thought..." She mused.
"That there could be a quantifible limit to Out-of-doorness..."
But then; of course, it was too late.
The helicopters began flying over with the unwell tardigrades.
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Ξ ≈ Ω ≈ Ξ
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