“Aren’t orgone devices used sometimes for collecting rain?,” you ask Bigfoot while doing what you suppose is your own version of a rain dance.
Without answering he follows your lead, moving with the resplendent tones and it’s like you’re in a woodland disco for a minute or two. Then you begin feeling woozy like your blood to sugar ratio is too low and your breathing is suffering from popcorn packer’s lung.
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