Scarfolk is a town in North West England that did not progress beyond 1979. Instead, the entire decade of the 1970s loops ad infinitum. Here in Scarfolk, pagan rituals blend seamlessly with science; hauntology is a compulsory subject at school, and everyone must be in bed by 8pm because they are perpetually running a slight fever. "Visit Scarfolk today. Our number one priority is keeping rabies at bay." For more information please reread.
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DeleteBoth of them weren’t people anymore after their death, so it doesn’t count. And one of them was retired. The other one has a butter face, no savings, and no bra at (mother’s) home. But she was a woman and it’s a shame that she stopped counting steps in that angle stairs. With the births balancing and the x (you name it) thousand marging of error, pretty soon they will be no room left for new real estate agencies. Not to mention the fact that last year’s deaths number should be reversed as a positive number (also). We’ll listen to the Mayor’s speech, anyway. If the calculator’s battery of miss Pettingtown is full again before 15:45. Yes, it’s a new thing. It’s replacing regular batteries. Not for everything. You still need a wire. This good number will probably help the twinning project with the other Scarfolk, the only « town » of the Secret Cemetery Island, at 37 miles from the sea monster (the one who looks like a sea urchin with a duck face and some kind of eyes on a groin) drawned on an unfamous map from 1642. The place is too foggy, muddy and windy to appear on the modern maps, but I’m sure that we can make many new friends there. Can’t wait for the next toga party in the Town hall private gardens for celebraty the project’s anniversary.
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ReplyDeleteBoth of them weren’t people anymore after their death, so it doesn’t count. And one of them was retired. The other one had a butter face, no savings, and no bra at (mother’s) home. But she was a woman and it’s a shame that she stopped counting steps in that angle stairs. With the births balancing and the x (you name it) thousand marging of error, pretty soon they will be no room left for new real estate agencies. Not to mention the fact that last year’s deaths number should be reversed as a positive number (also). We’ll listen to the Mayor’s speech, anyway. If the calculator’s battery of miss Pettingtown is full again before 15:45. Yes, it’s a new thing. It’s replacing regular batteries. Not for everything. You still need a wire. This good number will probably help the twinning project with the other Scarfolk, the only « town » of the Secret Cemetery Island, at 37 miles from the sea monster (the one who looks like a sea urchin with a duck face and some kind of eyes on a groin) drawned on an unfamous map from 1642. The place is too foggy, muddy and windy to appear on the modern maps, but I’m sure that we can make many new friends there. Can’t wait for the next toga party in the Town hall private gardens for celebrating the project’s anniversary.
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