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| Come on Randy! We're going to go on a magical flight to the pit of loneliness. | |
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| Where people drown their tears in shame and misery, and the only rich thing left with them is the half empty bottle of rum sitting in the very palms of their hands | |
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| To the Rainbow of Butterflies and scary corpses! | |
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