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I Love The Sound Of It," Trina Whispers, As If Speaking Too Loudly Might Interrupt The Drumming Patter Of The Rain Outside. "it Makes Me Want To Sleep. Snuggle My Head Right Up In Your Armpit And Snore For Three Days." "my Armpit?" Mark Repeats. "good Thing We All Showered Up In The Storm This Morning. My Pits Smell Like Roses. Go Ahead And Get Comfy.

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I Love The Sound

James Dashner

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I Love The Sound Of It," Trina Whispers, As If Speaking Too Loudly Might Interrupt The Drumming Patter Of The Rain Outside. "it Makes Me Want To Sleep. Snuggle My Head Right Up In Your Armpit And Snore For Three Days." "my Armpit?" Mark Repeats. "good Thing We All Showered Up In The Storm This Morning. My Pits Smell Like Roses. Go Ahead And Get Comfy.

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You Get Lazy, You Get Sad. Start Givin' Up. Plain And Simple.

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