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| Gravity is like this big comb, and everything is drawn to it, just like I am drawn to the happy world corporation... | |
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| because of all the friction that makes the sun shine, and all those aliens who come steal our crops for food... | |
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| Someday, I'll be sorry for this mockery...I will die and wish I had ordered immortality foot braces...oh me! There is no careness in the world! | |
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