"Maybe we could use the male."
"You can't be so sure. There are a lot of things to that. How would you be so sure? You know, we can't actually tell whether or not things would turn out rightly, but we merely take chances and that's exactly the foundation of this world."
"Where you there when the world was created? Tell me. He did you know with what the world was created? You made a rule and undee the breath od seconds you'd already foiled it. You said we can't be so sure about somethings and you sounded to sure about what the earth was created by. Ah, Plato's plateau plaiting prattles."
"How turns snap...."
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