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This week at Vons and Albertsons, USDA Choice Tri-Tip Rost untrimmed are 599 per pound, limit 4 roasts with membership wear applicable, and medium-ripe Hassovicados are 99 cents each, with membership wear applicable. Plus Kellogg's cereals 8.8 to 16.1 ounces, selected varieties, or peppered farm goldfish, 5.9 to 8 ounces, are 190.9 each when you buy three. Limit 3 offers with membership wear applicable. Visit Vons or Albertsons.com for more deals and ways to save. Hey, it's Kelly Rowland. You may not know this, but I have Exema, so I get how it can steal your time. But why let Exema take over when you can talk to your doctor about Epglyce? Epglyce, lubricism app, LBKZ, a 250 milligram per 2 milliliter injection, is a prescription medicine used to treat adults and children 12 years of age and older, who weigh at least 88 pounds or 40 kilograms with moderate to severe Exema. Also called a topic dermatitis that is not well controlled with prescription therapies used on the skin, or topicals, or who cannot use topical therapies, Ebbglis can be used with or without

topical corticosteroids. Don't use if you are allergic to Ebbglis. Allergic reactions can occur that can be severe. Eye problems can occur. Tell your doctor if you have new or worsening eye problems, you should not receive a live vaccine when treated with Ebbglis. Before starting Ebbglis, tell your doctor if you have a parasitic infection. Pay partnership with Lily. Respect your time. Ask your doctor about Ebbglis and visit Ebbglis.com or call 1800 LilyRx or 1-800-545-5979. Marks on your good health and beautiful ladies. Now comes a game that has not more power than an viewpoint. His whole mind is cleanly- transcription. The yellowish flu is

avenfulérieur. And white male Pascha. A game involving NE, two joint string scraping The White Fächer A game of Huffmann's play, played in 1897, in the age of 24. And how a featherball the child plays the bird's nest so the game is the nest of life. It doesn't mean it's the same. A bird's nest is more like a bird's nest than a bird's nest. This game is somewhere and somewhere. The light is back and turns from us through a year and through a year.

On an island in West India a bird's nest is a bird's nest near the main city. The flowers are a rose-like tree and the trees are in the forest over the mountains. The trees are still lying and under them the one in which the game is played is covered under a tent of blue-colored red. No light. No step is the place. But near the main city two friends, two young girls on the afternoon and come to the cemetery. And their story connects this grass to life. They come to the blue hedge, to the tower, that opens in heavy, foggy open. They go through and slowly close their door as the tower of life is turning into a wall.

And then they stand on the grass on the tent of the cemetery. And their story is taken there. So far I have to be proud when I think that you are so young, Fortunio, I can hardly imagine how I can learn so many things. You have to know what it is. I know very little. But I have made a blind eye in the deep. Somehow he knows that life is not a shadow game. With the eyes I can see it, but it is tragic. But the more I get closer, and it goes into the finger. On a water, which flies, the shadow of clouds is a less important thing than what we call life. He and kingdom are lost in dreams in the morning. The visits of all words without seeing the albans.

From a school, which means every word must be enticed. Like white, black, and so it is made because it is being eaten is a real thing. You know that life is good and you have learned so many early. You have to find life again not in a pain and in this grave I am very afraid as the wind is blowing. But I want to. I want to be better than this shadow game. There is a lot of the role of the wind. If all of you I want to play with such great dreams, such bitterly nervousness. Everyone can be so sick as a leader. It is not a thing to be a victim. It is as much as you do. In the dark or in the dark everything is like water. In the dark world is like you take something. But you told me and not just once.

It does not mean to us in happiness and not to the people. The hands in the shadows lie down and think, that is the reason for life. And it is enough to us from the thought to the thought to the thought to the do. But you were afraid of the participants of the human being. And this is the beginning and way to all the do. So I do not fear my DNA. I am not because of this heavy shiqsaal on me before all the Edel people this island a good evening. Ask my white DNA. The driver is on my gutter. I am not afraid of you. My sweet friend. My second lover is self-sufficient. So let me also go to this grave. He does not want to be with you. He takes the place only one, the other, the woman, the person. But he is the one you can live with.

Not so with the path. Dear friend, be still. Do you know what to be there? And with one man. I mean, do you know that only word, the only that never missing, because of a love is the only thing where the tooth is hanging. I do not know what you mean. The secret means the thing. Otherwise, it is a white or ugly or a white or a white or a white or a white or a white or a white or a white or a white or a white or a white or a white or a white or a white or a white or a white

or a White or a white In this grave, my secret is here. And I'm not happy to see you dead. You knew and still laugh. She was very beautiful. She was like a child. She was a child. And as a child, a new born wonder every step. We will talk about Linlio, wants to reveal his sharp lips. And all his lipsينial face вид bah our own glitters not dressed! She gave herself as the flower and the wind, because she did not know anything else,

and unburied. Yes, unburied, but no shame is needed. Because shame is somehow a matter of play, and she is so full of herself. I would have a child from you, maybe I would have a wife, and came once in the year of this grave. So is the memory of everything that I am left with. So is the memory of everything that I am left with. But this is not the only memory that she has received. The beautiful old woman, who from the abandoned part of the cemetery to the friends, also has her grave

and perhaps more to remember than these two. Hello, how are you? Great mother. What are you doing here? A beautiful question. Under the next sypress, your father's son's grave. Under the next, your great father's mother's man. In the graves on which you come, you can read the name. My friends and friends. I have more graves here than you have in the mouth. I only have one, but that is enough for me. Your wife is a child. She plays the ball with the unschooled children of Bethlehem. Go home. Who is your young man? My friend, he is a lovey-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s. I met her big mother.

She was three years younger than I and much nicer. I was very careful in her. She had a look. When she was not a child, she had to be very dark. That's how the eyes of her big mother were. What are the four senses, sir? Where, niddy, wife? There, on the white bushes. I think, I think, I read niddy, wife. No, sir. It is my. I don't sit on the bushes. I read, they are either high in the air or very close to the ground between the shawl. I don't sit on the bushes. A male isle is not a hunt, and a colliburic is not a smetterling. Their eyes are thin, but they have them in their head. What are the four young people? They have spores on their feet, they have their legs and legs, and they stay on their arms,

and they are so small, they know that all the world is covered with blood, and the shawl is covered with blood. Let your dead men know. What do you think, your young men are standing here, and do you think, how the nine men are? Come on, Antonio. Let's go home. I want to stay with you. No, sir. I want to stay here. The two scottos are 99 cents each, with membership or applicable. Plus Kellogg cereals 8.8 to 16.1 ounces, selected varieties, or Pepperidge Farm Goldfish, 5.9 to 8 ounces are 199 each when you buy three. Limit three offers with membership or applicable. Visit vons or AlbertSunds.com for more deals and ways to save.

And make it go from the distance, with a 10 year or 100,000 mile powertrain limited warranty. Hurry and now for great deals during the RAM-drive into Paul Sales event. Exclude fully electric vehicles applied to the 2026 model year vehicles non-transferable. Visit moapart.com for complete details and a copy of the powertrain limited warranty. Come into the registered trademark of Cummins Inc., Raman Hemi, our registered trademarks of FCAUS LLC. I was one year older than you, as a woman. When one of you was a little girl, you were a little boy. How strong you were to be a lost woman. You didn't die after the age, but after the size of the loss. I was one year older than you. When I was a big woman, I was a woman. You knew I was already with someone else. The same man who brought me one day to my house, when I was waiting for food.

And on the same day I said, the same in my two brothers. Every woman. It was in my 1775 senior. I have no child from you. Nothing. As a saying, they all went up to the ceiling. Your great father and I were abandoned for ten years. As our shipwrecked, we stood with great dry eyes and we were the dogs. On the one hand, the last hill, in the golden-fraud, we had a heavy dark sack. We were bad, ever worse than bad. Because we didn't have our names. And there in the stone, everything was our parents, our children, our houses, our names. We were like shadows. She was the most terrible little beast on the world. Why did she have to die? I have young women from the first family of the country

who saw their eaves of eaves and their men from the golden and their children from the red-handed. You have lived very little. I have lived a lot. I know that death is always there. Always goes around us, if you still don't see it. Wherever he stands, he waits in the street and he presses a small flower or breaks a world record of the tree. I have seen wonderful things. But after all this, I have loved life. Always loved. I feel that now, where I have not felt before, in the stones on the ground, in the big, heavy windows with your good eyes. Go, go. You will only learn to sleep. I don't know, big mother. What is youth? For a single thing.

Like the cook, who from all times, then turns it into something he has heard, to lay his own eggs for him. Your young people have something on you that could be easily uncomfortable. As a player, you are. If he lets his role, he will be lying on the floor, and there is no one who has a right to be. Later, everything will be different. Everything you are in your head is old, old, old, old. Let it be, Fortunio. Do you want to come with me now? No, I want to stay here. So come with me, Sir. How do I come to the lady? I believe a young woman is still less than this young man. I will tell you a story. What do you want? A love story or a yacht story? Live Fortunio. Good night, Cleveo.

Who would I like to know? How good he is. And if he doesn't know himself, he is my enemy. He is all I have left. If I am lost, he will destroy me. But this crab is very strong. And as a dark, deep mirror rises the past. So lovely. So every word is unbearable, unbearable, like the stars. If this old club is, I would never want to learn the true club. No, I don't want to learn anything else than just to imagine how you are there. And there, at the doorstep, the last time, she had an open heart. She said, quiet.

There I saw a mouse. She came and under a yellow white dress, forgotten glass of steel. And a mouse. He is waiting for your good evening and beautiful ladies. This is a game. It has no greater power than a feather ball. Its whole spirit is this. The youth is happy with great words and faith. And it is too weak. Only the little finger of the reality is to be proud. Maria, Sons her graние lad. I'm going to say goodbye to Sandra from this attention.

The Japanese win though favor. I would like to hear it from you. I even doubt him, but nobody will show that I'm correct. And the extraordinary pocket helps relieve flight annoyances You don't have to have a right to have a picture. If you want to have it all the same, of course, I want to say what's worse. That I have so much fun and in the big heat I'm in here to visit the Grabmanis. A dream, which I dreamed of today, has scared me so much. I dreamed of the Grabmanis man. It was very common with fresh flowers. As I have dreamed of the Grabmanis, it was very common. The flowers were unbearable. They looked like beautiful flowers and eyes. At once I was looking at myself and saw that the flowers really looked like flowers and eyes.

They looked before. It was the face of my beautiful man. I knew it. The thoughts and their cleaning went randomly to point out the green lines to the differentHow the IRONES followed along with the puntors and the scenery ? After that, search my eyes again? I couldn't see it clearly. It was very hidden from the wild. I had a white stick in my hand and asked the flower to be together to see the face again. The russians flew away from each other, like a door of blood. But the face, when I was there, the grey-haired lion, and the star was dry. And I was, as if I had dried my hair.

So I started to cry, that I was waiting. But that wasn't that bad, Mrs. Gnédige. You can't know why I'm so upset. You don't know where the connection is. But I know where the dreams come from. I wonder that the Gnédige woman doesn't dream anything. Our house is the most sad part of the story you can imagine. The eyes of the day only dissolve from the eyes of the night. The dead bodies are filled with the few star trees and the bewildered clouds. The sun is shining, the sun is shining, the moon is shining, the dead are shining, the white-haired, blue-haired lion, and the grey-haired lion is dark. And all the cool, secret camels, the terraces of the house, you know that I have here. Now you can stay here and wait for me. I want to go to the Gnédige woman,

go to the Catalina. She is from the country, she can easily lose her way. I'll wait for you here. But first, there's my fever. Here, the fever. The white-haired lion? Did I not have to take her to the other one? The Gnédige woman has already been in the car. And all the other fever has been in her room. I don't want to take her to the Gnédige woman. Or... No, I just want to take her. You have to stand in the same way as before. Otherwise, too big a wall will come. And as a horseman, the child plays the bird in the bird's nest. So the bird is playing the bird's nest. It doesn't mean to be in the same way.

Many more dangerous eyes only have a certain sense of its spirit. The Gnédige woman Miranda? Fortunio. We haven't seen each other for a long time, Fetter. But it's natural for us to meet here. You come from the garden of your wife and I go to the garden of my mother. I remember the letter that you wrote to my wife after my death. I don't know what you were waiting for. But she had something to do with it. And so I remember something so strange. I remember coming to a house like you at the same place. There were so many of them. You stood behind me for a long time. I didn't notice it.

It was you who left. And not yourself, but only in the mother and the enemy. The hell shut your face and your darkened clothing. They are getting rid of me. That's it. The past of the Codos are 99 cents each with membership or applicable. Plus Kellogg cereals 8.8 to 16.1 ounces, selected varieties, or peppered farm goldfish 5.98 ounces are 1.99 each when you buy three. Limit three offers with membership or applicable. Visit vans or Albertsons.com for more deals and ways to save. It's fall in G Country. And during the drive into fall sales events, get a great deal on 4x4s that refuse to be contained, like Jeep Wrangler. Confidence built into every drive with the most awarded SUV ever, Jeep Grand Cherokee, and freedom that can't be denied, with the open air freedom and Jeep Gladiator.

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It was like the games of wolves in the dark air in the morning. Wolken, from within you no God has ever been before. And no God. It's a terrible thing to come back to. And it's obvious what is un-certain for me and overflowing. You can be sure that I didn't think about all these years. It seems like we didn't have much to say. And it will be late. Or maybe we'll do it. Miranda, what was your man for a human? No, not at all. I didn't want to say what I was afraid of. I mean, I've been very little. He had to have a great fault about you. He has changed a lot. I don't know if he has changed it to me.

It can also be his fault. He is his dead, his alone. Everything together. But you can notice the fight. You don't have to know anything about me like I was before. It's impossible that you really know something. I don't know. There are eyes that bring you into my big piece. Eyes that bring you into the eyes a lot. It's in your eyes that you are sure and your own fault. So something unappetable is missing. You have a lot of eyes that you have experienced. There were a few days before my man died. Once there was something against the evening. I said to his bed and read a lot of books and wanted to read it. I took the first steps of the wooden terrace.

But the book was afraid of me. I was at the time, everyone was silent about something dead. I put it away. And started reading the story of Manon Les Co. I was afraid of his eyes and felt that he wanted to say something. He was hiding behind me. He said to me with an unwritten face, a face, and made a very small movement in his hand. But everything was in it. What does this young man love for me and his love, his peace, his past, his dreams and his love? What does it all mean to me that I have to die? I put the book away. It's still a shame to lie in his eyes. I felt that the book was red in this eye. It was the truth.

I can't tell you this. I felt that I could turn my eyes into a darkened lamp. I felt that when I first wrote thousands of words of mine on the wall, I couldn't wear this blick. As if he had already died. Ah, you have suffered a lot. I was worried about something. I knew that it was something like that. I was told to let go. But as long as the earth is dry on my grave, you don't know anything else. And while he was telling the outside of his face in an ugly way, his arms, with a cold, almost fainted,

and the light of the waves like a wind. And now you are completely alone. You have to change very much that you are the one who betrays you. You know the most painful little thing I know of every time? You can never be alone. You are always the same as your father. My father doesn't need a second wife anymore. I have to go to Antonio now. My wife and my daughter are waiting for me. Miranda. Now? I want to tell you something, Miranda. I hear. I hear Miranda. I know you are the highest-most beautiful girl in the sun and it is hard to give a smile to me. We would all be very happy to hear that you are your life changing. Who is that?

Our friends don't have the power to me. You? Me too. You are the most beautiful girl. I mean, you are the most over-reliable. When you came to my life, I was so little that I was around you. And what is it that you miss your life? Miranda. Your life is the life of a ghost that is not the only one in the life of a big woman. I know. I know what you want to say to me. But you are not right. You are not right, Miranda. You make me guilty of a secret-like guilty. Against whom? There are guilty against life that the whole thing is over-reliable. But they are being re-reliable. What is it that you do to me, Fetter? Many of you do this to me, Miranda. The life is a rare asset in itself. And every thing has its price. On the love of the evil love, on the joy of the wealth,

the endless possibilities of the path, on the greenery of the invention, the endless destruction. On the whole, there is the price of death. Because everything is of course undead and endless, really worth it. And that doesn't come to me. Unfortunately, you pay for it with your own weight. And so you can't buy a higher price than the price of the price. And that's a bit dead. The Marmonians die and the Schicks say with a diamond necklace. The orders are to be slaughtered by a devil. You talk like a book, Fattunjör. But there are high-quality, personal views that want to pay more for a thing than life. When life is in a beauty, I want to pay more weight and in the beauty of the world, I want to eat them, like a blood-watering mouth, that is in your life, I want to lose my mind and lose my mind,

like the dogs in the corner of the river. And then this is the right place. So we are always right. Pay and pay, pay for the eye and eye. You have no children, Miranda. You have to grow the flowers that will be flying away from these hands. The real and your heart is waiting for your voice like a teacher on the wall. Somewhere there is a house where you should be afraid of the noise. Maybe you will be one of one of your own and one of mine. You can think of what you want. You are a child, Miranda. This extraordinary trust is about you as a young child on a small tree. You are beautiful as you are always. It is something like a shadow, something that I never noticed in a woman.

The man you hear, whom we will be ashamed of, this lovely black girl, who is a bit sad to sit down. Something like a flower-like color and a black pearl, whom the king of the sea is wearing. It will be an hour where you will be scared as an innermost, a lovely, beautiful woman. Why are you talking to me like this, Antonio? You don't mean anything to me, what you are talking about. It is nothing to me, it is nothing to me, now that I have swore two years ago, because I am a happy person who makes me feel proud. If I were happy, would you have found yourself sad to make me feel proud? There is a way to convince a man that he is much more powerful than he is not capable of. And that is the secret. You talk about a man, about a tree or a dog. You are not high-leveled, and there is no higher-leveled man than you.

You are not good for Antonio. No problem. How very secret is it? That from every ordinary child this woman is and this whole evening it is almost nothing. And that is what I am. You have to take it in your night, because almost nothing, that is the whole state of the state. Words, high-leveled women and singing women. A journey of the cross, a face that looks similar to one another, three in a different interior. A light of dust and the wind is covered with a dream we forget. There is nothing else. Such a shadowing game is our life and death. There was the first one.

There she was very different. Like Xamon and Kyl, like young women in the morning. Here but for something about her, I do not know where I am. It was like the shadow of life. A shadow that was thrown through a beautiful stone through it. And medium-ripe Hassovacados are 99 cents each, with membership or applicable. Plus Kellogg's Serials 8.8 to 16.1 ounces, selected varieties, or Pepperidge Farm Goldfish 5.98 ounces are 199 each when you buy three. Limit three offers with membership or applicable. Visit Vons or Albertsons.com for more deals and ways to save. It's Paul and America. With our strongest RAM 1500 ever, make it move with a RAM heavy duty with an available Cummins diesel and make it go the distance

with a 10-year or 100,000-mile powertrain limited warranty. Hurry and now for great deals during the RAM-driving Nepal sales event. Excludes fully electric vehicles applied to 2026 model-year vehicles non-transferable. Visit moepar.com for complete details and a copy of the powertrain limited warranty. Cummins is a registered trademark of Cummins and Ram and Hemi are registered trademarks of FCA-US LLC. Who are you? Who came to every hour to meet someone else? What do I do here? What do I do here in the sand seven steps of my wife who are sparing someone else? Who might be happy if I see my family's friends like on the tent when they dance? Maybe here, maybe there, maybe on my wife's side? I want to go back to the city.

You're gonna pay no attention anymore at the lakegr real soon! I want to get my dad back Help me! Come on, Katalina. Your friend unknown. Her younger identicalieconly. Her brother, Katalina. Where? What are you doing here, your tw some tuned twenty-first then? I don't know. What? You don't let me out. I don't know. Here you have to wear a pair of ice-cream. Do you smell the smell? That's it. We have one at home. Not one. A whole lot. And then? Nothing else. I just have one. Now it's the evening. And the father is excited. The white is going to the ground. And the red is going to the night.

The tree will come back. His night will be in the mother's door. That's not about what you're going to do. From my brother you're going to talk about it now. From me too. And how do I do? That's not about Catalina. Because the cloud of ice-cream is much more than anything else. And what else do you know about my child? Where does the white one go? That's not that difficult. Now, you write to me, he's going to go to the other. Oh, great! Do you think you might find any other? How old I was as you were. I was also in love with a cat every month. But every time the first seven days, I love that I start to cry when I hear a loud sound or the sound of the pipe and the drum. It's nice to be in love like this. And also the drum sounds are even nicer, where you get used to it. But then it's a bit too far.

Because what's going to do with sleep, what's going to do with joy? Sanchar, you don't get it. Very good, you get it. Better as you do yourself. I see the little woman. What are you doing? Don't you think she's lying? No. She doesn't like it. And she's going to get a scratch with both hands. Now she's standing up and going. She's coming to you. I'm going to scratch your face and scream with a stumma and shout more than ten more times. The flower just flows with the finger. How do I know? I can't take a man out of the garden for your garden. It's going to be cool, and everything is full of chaos. Full of chaos is everything, and it's going to be cool. The day is flying, and many new things are coming today.

What if the days are over? But they're not the same. The many thorns, the fingers, the little finger, on the hill, on the ground, on all the trees, everywhere, where not. And the old tree makes fire, and the one from yesterday. But the sun comes and where you walk a wind and dry everything. Dry are the fingers? I'm going to cry like this, is this the one who's going to get a drop of the possibility that the one who's going to get a powerful blood in my power? Who am I? Who is this in this world?

Who has so little has so much power? Nofastness is found. There are only the wolves that grow outside hearted with an unclear staring spot, with decently touching hundreds of flowers that held cannot turn to wings like that. This is a mythical needle that happens in killeristic joy. that mere announcement whicharies, you desert universes, almost like ! These instant thoughts told myself From a hour ago,

Gradually, I was so far away, as the bird that flew there. Why? In this world alone, it was overwhelming. I feel like I'm familiar with my weakness. But I feel like my weakness is being pulled out. Our thoughts are going crazy. And that makes us very helpless. Your ignorance is cold. Here is a mantel. A mantel? Yes. Have you seen your heart from here? How does it look? Like an edelman? Not that, I mean... But happy from the outside or sad?

It's fast as a thought, and it's not sad. No, more persistent. Everything will be fine. Catalina! You're old. You're a poor child. You're too old and sad in my house, that you're old. We want to go back to the garden tomorrow. They should put us in the bathroom. We were all so far away. We're so weak, as the children are so weak. Sorry. What's the bad news? The girls are almost nothing good. Only the dreams of the eyes, so that they can make their eyes and make their eyes look like they're being pulled out. And that's the reality.

Tell me. What do we also remember about the wine? What's not a love? Oh, red one. Oh, it's a good story. I take you to the eight-man, and I'll read it in a few minutes, whether they're making wine or milk. The same is just a game of play. And we're dumb. No, let me have a milk. I don't think I have much to do with it. But milk is the most lovely gift of God. The hymns again is for one of the poor children. And again is the most beautiful gift of God. But now let's go. And let the waves rise, blue and beautiful, with many stars. No, I don't think I've seen that much. I don't want to see you again.

I want to know. Now let's go. What's important are around you. Your voice is lost. Don't you agree? He'll go bias. Now let's go. What's more important is that he'll be released easily. But this game, I don't want it starved into your mind an inner disorder found. This legacy is razed about an old feeling, not for more. On my savannah of laughter was a tearsake. hallway of hellなんes theamel elles refugee shouts. But what wonders in life, there is nothing concern of the world.

The White Fetcher Playing as the same subject of the theater piece by Hugo von Hoffmannstahl Besatzung? Harald Bender, Fortunio Edith Herdegen, Miranda Elsa Pfeiffer, Fortunio's Großmutter Herbert Fleischmann, Livio Kunibertgen Sichen, Prologue and Epilogue. Ferner wirken mit Skete Lindbergh und Renate Juncker. Musik Otto Ehrich Schilling. Funkbar-Armaltung Peter Kellm. Regie Klere Schimmel. Produktion Süddeutscher Rundfunk 1949.

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