Emotions and Lung Capacity
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This is different emotions that I can do with my voice. Only anger. How could you do this to me? You don't understand. I'm doing this for you, sadness. How could you do this to me. You don't understand of doing this for you happy! Oh, my God! I can't believe you did that. That's so amazing! I can't believe you understand that. I'm doing this for you, scared, Wait, no, no, please, no, no. You don't understand. You don't understand. No, no. I'm doing it for you. This, this is for you. And this is just to show my lung capacity. Once upon had been Nigeria while I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, while I nodded, nearly napping Suddenly there came a tapping as of one. Some gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door to some visitor! I muttered, rapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more distinctly. I remember it was the bleak december and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor eagerly. I wished the morrow vainly I had sought to borrow from my books. You serve sorrow, sorrow for the lost lenore, for the ready. Ready get made. In whom the angels name lenore! Nameless here forevermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple, certain thrilled me both, maybe with fantastic, never! I've never felt before. Mhm. Once it upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, while I nodded, nearly napping. Suddenly there came a tapping as of one, gently rapping rapping at my chamber door. To some visitor, I muttered, tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more distinctly. I remember it was the bleak december and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor eagerly. I wished the morrow vainly. I had sought to borrow from the book, surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost lenore, for their very and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors. Never felt before. Thank you.