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##¨#¨¨#¨#¨ they give me wristbands and anklets, ¨#¨##¨#¨#¨
¨#¨#¨##¨#¨ made of some strange stone. their ¨#¨¨#¨#¨#¨
##¨#¨¨#¨#¨ surface is swirling, like dark ¨#¨##¨#¨#¨
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##¨#¨¨#¨#¨ whats in store. ¨#¨##¨#¨#¨
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##¨#¨¨#¨#¨ they give me food: prawn-like bugs that ¨#¨##¨#¨#¨
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##¨#¨¨#¨#¨ "out of this world", i think, having no ¨#¨##¨#¨#¨
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##¨#¨¨#¨#¨ the bugs leave me suspiciously ¨#¨##¨#¨#¨
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¨#¨#¨##¨#¨ me, barely controlling themselves with ¨#¨¨#¨#¨#¨
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