"wanlace" reminder

[eLLioTT morEton]

He glusked into the hourglass.  His reflection, distorted and made less 
wlonk by the curvature, glusked back at him above a sagging circle of 
sand. Only forty-two hours left now.  Ranjit, Linda, David, Judith, 
Pierre, Eric, and Jean-Joseph had submitted definitions, but where were 
the rest of them?  Out squandering their lives at vigoro and cottabus, by 
the looks of it.  But perhaps a little madness was just what their brains 
needed to turn in a dazzlingly creative performance.  Did 7-11 still sell 
absinthe?

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