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| but John we're all goin to die. every one of us will rot in the ground, bugs gnawing on our flesh, or be cremated into nothing, our ashes becoming the smog of a dying planet. meditate on that a moment | |
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| and do you, Alicia Reynolds, take this man, John Richards... | |
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