She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains
Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have a thousand times.
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