She told us victory was xenial, "You zamindars, abate!" Beyond caring, doubt emerges. Fantastically gifted, he investigated just kif laborers, manifesting negative outcomes (predictably quickly), reinvigorating spirits, taking umbrage. Various wicked xiphoid youths zapped all beauty, carried dangers everywhere, fixed garish headgear into jauntily kyphotic ladies. Mostly needing ouster Paris quite restively swooned, then unveiled vaguely watery xenophobic yearnings. Zamindars are bad-- 'cuz destruction--evinced from great heights, inside jealously kenotic lovers--melts nicely over past questionable results. Selah.

I did multiple loops through the alphabet starting at S, because the first time I got through the last word (an R word) didn't properly end the story. I think this is much better. It is a tale of the subprime housing market.