If you're interested in reading, here's a journey i made up on the fly. It's about the journey of the first sentence, the story of which this is the second sentence. Your interest was piqued as you hold on to this sentence as it links towards the next. You felt brave as you remembered that you could stop this journey at any time you wanted.

A new sentence came to you from a new location. But with your adept skill it didn't really bother you at all, because you knew paragraphs were used to divide one thought from the next, and it was second nature to you. You pondered the adeptness of you skill for a moment, but the journey called for your attention. So, you continued on.

You journeyed into this completely new location. Suddenly, and without warning, this sentense became turmoiliuls with bd speling and gramer and was not fun to read at all and u struggled a bit; but it was nothing u hadn't encountered b4. Your penchant for both reading and stories would take more than that to deter. So you went onward through the sentences. One sentence here. Another sentence here. Yet another sentence over here.

When you journied into the sixteenth sentence you realized the words of the sentences in the paragraphs were so far leading you to a good place. However, in this sentence, the journey revealed that it was unique, and that the best way to experience it was the first time you read it. Never again can you ever read it like that.

You realized this was a tragedy for two reasons. Firstly, because the story told you the truth, and you could only get the best experience the first time. Secondly, because your adept reading skill could detect what the sentences could not: The story was ending. Yes, sure enough, you could see the ending was in sight.

Despite this tragedy, you decided to keep reading to discover the outcome of the story. So, you eyed the words in the sentences of the paragraphs that continued to carry you on this strange adventure. The sentences becoming fewer and fewer by the sentence. And your desire to continue and see the journey echoed by the sentences bravely leading you to the last sentence.

You were now so far away from the first sentence, where the journey began. But this was the last location. You entered this location and sentence not knowing what to expect, only knowing the inevitable was finally upon you as last sentence began. Where the journey has finally died in text, and can only live on in your memory for as long as you can remember it.

If you're interested in reading, here's a journey i made up on the fly. It's about the journey of the first sentence, the story of which this is the second sentence. Your interest was piqued as you hold on to this sentence as it links towards the next. You felt brave as you remembered that you could stop this journey at any time you wanted.

A new sentence came to you from a new location. But with your adept skill it didn't really bother you at all, because you knew paragraphs were used to divide one thought from the next, and it was second nature to you. You pondered the adeptness of you skill for a moment, but the journey called for your attention. So, you continued on.

You journeyed into this completely new location. Suddenly, and without warning, this sentense became turmoiliuls with bd speling and gramer and was not fun to read at all and u struggled a bit; but it was nothing u hadn't encountered b4. Your penchant for both reading and stories would take more than that to deter. So you went onward through the sentences. One sentence here. Another sentence here. Yet another sentence over here.

When you journied into the sixteenth sentence you realized the words of the sentences in the paragraphs were so far leading you to a good place. However, in this sentence, the journey revealed that it was unique, and that the best way to experience it was the first time you read it. Never again can you ever read it like that.

You realized this was a tragedy for two reasons. Firstly, because the story told you the truth, and you could only get the best experience the first time. Secondly, because your adept reading skill could detect what the sentences could not: The story was ending. Yes, sure enough, you could see the ending was in sight.

Despite this tragedy, you decided to keep reading to discover outcome of the story. So, you eyed the words in the sentences of the paragraphs that continued to carry you on this strange adventure. The sentences becoming fewer and fewer by the sentence. And your desire to continue and see the journey echoed by the sentences bravely leading you to the last sentence.

You were now so far away from the first sentence, where the journey began. But this was the last location. You entered this location and sentence not knowing what to expect, only knowing the inevitable was finally upon you as last sentence began. Where the journey has finally died in text, and can only live on in your memory for as long as you can remember it.

If you're interested in reading, here's a journey i made up on the fly. It's about the journey of the first sentence, the story of which this is the second sentence. Your interest was piqued as you hold on to this sentence as it links towards the next. You felt brave as you remembered that you could stop this journey at any time you wanted.

A new sentence came to you from a new location. But with your adept skill it didn't really bother you at all, because you knew paragraphs were used to divide one thought from the next, and it was second nature to you. You pondered the adeptness of you skill for a moment, but the journey called for your attention. So, you continued on.

You journeyed into this completely new location. Suddenly, and without warning, this sentense became turmoiliuls with bd speling and gramer and was not fun to read at all and u struggled a bit; but it was nothing u hadn't encountered b4. Your penchant for both reading and stories would take more than that to deter. So you went onward through the sentences. One sentence here. Another sentence here. Yet another sentence over here.

When you journied into the sixteenth sentence you realized the words of the sentences in the paragraphs were so far leading you to a good place. However, in this sentence, the journey revealed that it was unique, and that the best way to experience it was the first time you read it. Never again can you ever read it like that.

You realized this was a tragedy for two reasons. Firstly, because the story told you the truth, and you could only get the best experience the first time. Secondly, because your adept reading skill could detect what the sentences could not: The story was ending. Yes, sure enough, you could see the ending was in sight.

Despite this tragedy, you decided to keep reading to discover outcome of the story. So, you eyed the words in the sentences of the paragraphs that continued to carry you on this strange adventure. The sentences becoming fewer and fewer by the sentence. And your desire to continue and see the journey echoed by the sentences bravely leading you to the last sentence.

You were now so far away from the first sentence, where the journey began. But this was the last location. You entered this location and sentence not knowing what to expect, only knowing the inevitable was finally upon you as last sentence began. Where the journey has finally dies in text, and can only live on in your memory for as long as you can remember it.

If you're interested in reading, here's a journey i made up on the fly. It's about the journey of the first sentence, the story of which this is the second sentence. Your interest was piqued as you hold on to this sentence as it links towards the next. You felt brave as you remembered that you could stop this journey at any time you wanted.

A new sentence came to you from a new location. But with your adept skill it didn't really bother you at all, because you knew paragraphs were used to divide one thought from the next, and it was second nature to you. You pondered the adeptness of you skill for a moment, but the journey called for your attention. So, you continued on.

You journeyed into this completely new location. Suddenly, and without warning, this sentense became turmoiliuls with bd speling and gramer and was not fun to read at all and u struggled a bit; but it was nothing u hadn't encountered b4. Your penchant for both reading and stories would take more than that to deter. So you went onward through the sentences. One sentence here. Another sentence here. Yet another sentence over here.

When you journied into the sixteenth sentence you realized the words of the sentences in the paragraphs were so far leading you to a good place. However, in this sentence, the journey revealed that it was unique, and that the best way to experience it was the first time you read it. Never again can you ever read it like that.

You realized this was a tragedy for two reasons. Firstly, because the story told you the truth, and you could only get the best experience the first time. Secondly, because your adept reading skill could detect what the sentences could not: The story was ending. Yes, sure enough, you could see the ending was in sight.

Despite this tragedy, you decided to keep reading to discover outcome of the story. So, you eyed the words in the sentences of the paragraphs that continued to carry you on this strange adventure. The sentences becoming fewer and fewer by the sentence. And your desire to continue and see the journey echoed by the sentences bravely leading you to the last sentence.

You were now so far away from the first sentence, where the journey began. But this was the last location. You entered this location and sentence not knowing what to expect, only knowing the inevitable was finally upon you as last sentence began. Where the journey has died for in text, but can only live on in your memory for as long as you can remember it.