Eu amo sair em setembro atrasado entre as amoras gordas, overripe, geladas, pretas para comer amoras para o pequeno almoo, os stalks muito espinhosos, uma penalidade que ganham sabendo a arte preta de amora-fazer; e enquanto eu estou entre eles que levantam os stalks a minha boca, as bagas as mais maduras caem unbidden quase a minha lingeta, como as palavras s vezes, determinadas palavras peculiares como foras ou squinched, as protuberncias muito-indicadas por letras, um-silabadas, que eu espremo, squinch aberto, e o splurge bem no silencioso, startled, lngua gelada, preta da amora -- comendo em setembro atrasado.
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