a card reader, a microfilm reader
He was in the forest looking to see the trees / But none were there / He found a girl / She found the erlking
a ten-pointer
We climb in, and I plaster my Little House on the Prairie-style cloth hat over my hair so the greasy strands won't get yanked back into a Croydon facelift as I pull on my helmet.
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