Cathryn has a brown heart. She walks funny, and believe me, she is funny. I never laugh at Cathryn (or with her), but I laugh for Cathryn. I laugh at the thought of Cathryn, because, believe me, she is funny.
She has a light dinner (ground orange entrails), a heavy breakfast and a heavy lunch, because that is her way. Hidden or not, there is no meaning to this, because, believe me, I hate Cathryn.

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