Mr. Nippon's Baguette Formulas
It was raining outside my tea room. Polly my dog was happy in her house. I was in heaven painstakingly (not contradictory in terms) typing the French letters (the annoying à and é and ç) into my on-line translator. The music was vibrating the thin rice-paper calligraphies on my mahogany-colored wall.
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