<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed OF was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for</p>
<p>I made the second sentence make grammatical sense. It was really irking me.</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed OF was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed OF was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed OF was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother, a</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed OF was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother, a stupid</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed OF was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother, a stupid guy.</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed of was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother, a stupid guy. Then</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed of was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother, a stupid guy. Then he lost</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed of was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother, a stupid guy. Then he lost track</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed of was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother, a stupid guy. Then he lost track of</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed of was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother, a stupid guy. Then he lost track of his</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed of was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother, a stupid guy. Then he lost track of his bearded</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed of was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother, a stupid guy. Then he lost track of his bearded goat</p>
<p>Once upon a time, there was a moose named Gifford Plumpelton. He was dumb. All he dreamed of was to attend some university called Columbia University. His love wasn't really Columbia. But he thought it was Columbia. It seemed perfect since he liked drugs. One afternoon he drove around the streets, crying for his mother, a stupid guy. Then he lost track of his bearded goat Jolby.</p>