Una donna ha preparato un mouse per il pranzo del suo marito, arrostente lo con un mirtillo nella relativa bocca.
Alla tabella usa il selezionamento del dentista e lo scalpel del chirurgo, piegantesi sopra roastling molto piccolo con la lente di ingrandimento del gioielliere...
Venti anni di questo: il mouse al curry del mouse, dell'aglio e del burro, il mouse sauteed in relativa propria pelliccia, mouse de Salisbury, mouse-in-$$$-INTRAPPOLA, cotto molto nella presa che la ha uccisa, il mouse tartare, mouse cotto in camicia nell'anima mestruale al pieno della luna...
Venti anni di questo, mangianti il loro senso attraverso i mouse... Ma, non dimenticarsi, ogni notte, una meno parassita nel mondo...
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