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Sottotitolo 1

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. On her way she met a copy. 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. A small river named Duden flows by their

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. On her way she met a copy. 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. A small river named Duden flows by their

Sottotitolo 2

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. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her. 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. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the

Sottotitolo 3

She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. On her way she met a copy. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. 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. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. On her way she met a copy. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the