They said there some nice sights to see at Reims.
Meanwhile, I was in the midst of the verbage work, polyglotis and all, "prolixity", a word that should be a word but isn't I don't think, for proclivity, a certain wordy kind of talking over the fray, not a chewing but maybe a spitting. It's like making a volcano formation in a steaming beef roast, absorbing delicious something like au jous, but then spitting it back in after absorbing the sodium.
Writing as it were, the story of my thoughts, or my thoughts as pertinent to the story, which isn't much, but may be doubled and redoubled under extreme magnification.
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