Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it

That where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind

Should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers

Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of

Would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so