GLITCH-09141

“Pardon me.” Oh, spry. The establishment didn’t but a curve at times like this. It wasn’t of my attention to show these miraculous deeds but bestow them under the beds of our childhood. Locked away were presence and reasonable doubt. Searching for this delusive fragment was curiously adverse. Halls collide in suspicion. And we were all to hang at suspension - moral clarity a little advanced but did it not forget we were intrigued - often times of the morning besides the howling features or the ghastly disappearances. Dreams were likely but not often shadowed by our clothed briefings. “Oh, look, a Fuchsia”. Whether it was brunches disgust or breakfast’s detail, morning glory were sure to ring in the Halls through the the entire hour. Or else, some may have fallen off peak as insufficient funding. It was not a sight to sought. A breaching to appeal. - E-O