“Throw the compass overboard,” the tramp said to the tortoise,
“Get rid of that dang Da Nang thang– we’re on an austerity tour,” the tramp chortled, snortled, sniftered, and rebuttaled with butt butter.
“A compass is weighty, and we’re already overweight,” the tramp blustered, and the tortoise, without fluster, for tortoise was of the hardy type, shell becrustered in diadem, and rhinestone, crusty lustrous,
“Heave and a ho, and over she go,” said tortoise, as compass went bye bye.
Spam of Human Affection 
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