Hedgehog runs, hedgehog runs. Why is he running? Nobody knows, all, except for the hedgehog who knows how to run. What do you say? That doesn't rhyme? Screw you all, I am the author, and I can make this hedgehog run. Look at him run, run, run. Isn't he cute? Isn't he adorable? Isn't those the same words? I don't care. As I said, I'm the may-akda and screw you all. Hedgehog runs,hedgehog runs. He goes mad, and starts running off. Where is he running? Where is he going? Nobody knows, all, except for the hedgehog that's running. All over the streets of New York City. Running everywhere that he pleases,...
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