These somewhat lame American sentences may be all I manage today. Coping with this many people is draining.
Etiquette's fetid corpse still bears stupidity's knife deep in her back.
Ceaseless droning presentations kick language beyond my heart's short reach.
Minutia projected large bumble, jostling insight into the street.
Turning myself out for display leaves little for me to find within.
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