Alan, alongside an abbey’s ample acreage, addresses an arm about an ailing aloe – ablating and abrading – after amelioration.
Alice, angry about aardvarks – always angry about aardvarks – admonishes, “Ahoy. Active adults ain’t alluring. Agricultural accomplishment ain’t always admirable against alternative achievements.”
Alan acts aggrieved. “Ah, Alice, annoyed and agitated. Absurd aggravation after all.” Adds, almost an afterthought, “After affection?”
Alice, advancing, answers abruptly. “Altogether adjusted, actually.”
Aching and alert, Alan admires Alice’s alien allure. Allows amusement. “Alas.”
“Above all,” advises Alice, “Abandon amorous ambition. Abstain.”
Alan, agonised, almost acquiesces. Almost alters affect. Almost adapts. Alas. Adoration abides.
“Adieu.” Alice, afoot, accelerates across allotment.
After adjustment, Alan abjectly acknowledges Alice’s absence.
All across an abominable afternoon, absent any acceptable anchorage, Alan aches after alcohol. After amnesia.
Alone, ale’s afflictions advancing, afterimages accumulate. Alice, aflame, agreeing an affair. Alice, abed, accepting adoring administrations. Angelic agonies.
Absurd. Alan accepts abandonment. Aches above an abyss.
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