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Sottotitolo 1

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands

Sottotitolo 2

It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. On her way she met a copy. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language

Sottotitolo 3

It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. A small river named Duden flows by their

Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her. And if she hasn’t been rewritten,