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written by XoS3xyBlonDEoX00903:32 AM 4/11/05| dipped in the pureness and locked in the core as my eyes were checking upon the force. as they set for flight, as they took off the vase of life began to fill. overflowing with gold and gelt, the odor of guilt was revolving around and was only the truth about the pleasure witghin. |
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