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| How now brown beaureucrat? Temptation comes veiled in only the dark sheets she was born in. SPEED UP SPEED UP slow down...hush. | |
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| Um, Lester, i don't know how to tell you this, but nobody cares about your stupid beatnik poetry, we don't even care for you all that much to begin with. so you should get going... | |
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