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headlights promontory fizzle melody radio fetal
china insular pity spell leavings cryophilic
on the drive out to the promontory
the melody on the radio
churned up the past
curling up in a fetal position
a pity case
feeling like a piece of broken china
she contemplated
throwing in the towel
the initial spell of heady days
was followed by a fizzler
every single time
more the tropicana type than cryophilia couch lizard
she decided to do something about it
escape the insular small town
and head for the bright lights of the big city
Wordle 1351 MLMM