Alice, atop her impenetrable martello, descried a dirigible undocking from the Empire State Building. A lithe Othello possessing a taste for cabaret and salacious salsa, restrained her enthusiasm. As luck would have it, favorable winds puffed the touristic blimp within rope-ladder distance of the roof of Crazy Studios.
Reunited and feeling woozy from the radiowaves from the nearby cellphone repeater the slithy toves hopped hopefully out of the frying pan and into tea cups.
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