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Death of many plant and animal species has been the result of overpopulation by humans.
 
Solutions of water, salt, and vinegar are typical mixes for making pickles.
 
Performers which equal the quality of pickles
are treasures, rarely to be found.
 
Most people would find it difficult to experience complex emotions
regarding the location of pickles.
 
Pickles,often a product of longing amongst many, have to be eaten carefully lest their spirits not be released and their right to freedom though being eaten appropriately denied.
 
Denied access to pickles is a cruel punishment for the
devotees as well as for the so-called objects themselves, the pickles.
 
Pickle me this : Earthly quandaries god forsakes, yet time so precious, man wastes his hopes o
n illusion, his end always pickled.
 
Pickled, as profound an end as that would be, hardly seems to describe it.
 
Lost arts, such as the extraction of the brain through the nasal cavity,
are still known within the halls of those whose trade is to prepare the human
body, to preserve its likeness post-death, to assuage the guilt and fear
of those left behind by the one whose body has been pickled.
 

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