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| I have frightening dreams about the fate of life on this blue-green world. | |
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| As do I. I am often consumed by apprehension about what will become of us in the coming years. | |
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| All of the hatred... suffering... pain and sorrow... people scrambling about, trying to scrape up what little happiness they can before it's all over! | |
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| I just don't wanna be fried... is that so much to ask? | |
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| Okay... steamed with vegitables, then. | |
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