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| oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew... with so much suffering in the world, the smoke begins to clear and i see those things that are life's true dramas. | |
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| MAYDAY! MAYDAY! Dear God in Heaven! My mouse-button broke and I can't play SOLITAIRE!!! | |
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