Carls, go straight to voice mail. It has always signified victory. It is the finish line at which you are singularly ratified.
Carls, you are a miraculous epiphenomenon of health insurance paperwork.
Carls, you are the band name.
Carls, you are the updated security question.
Carls, trust in edible glitter. Be brave, porous among hope-killing smog.
You are the sparkling glass, the breeze-blown Hyatt Regency room, the chair that mother hurled through the window in 1981.
Carl Hansen Manks
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