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##£#$%;=-, wants to be the big spoon). i listen to ,-=;%$#£##
#£$;--,,,, the shortwave radio, and transmit a bit ,,,,--;$£#
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£##$$%;=-, sounds from the forest. the others tell ,-=;%$$##£
£$%%;--,,, of their lives, play the guitar for me, ,,,--;%%$£
££#$;;;=-, and tell tales of the old world. i ,-=;;;$#££
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##£#$%;=-, meter area on the floor where i can ,-=;%$#£##
####$%;=-, "save" things. whatever i put in here ,-=;%$####
##£#$%;=-, will not be affected by the nightly ,-=;%$#£##
##£#$%;=-, reset. everything else, however, is ,-=;%$#£##
##£#$%;=-, completely reset overnight: synth ,-=;%$#£##
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##£#$%;=-, friends live. we go exploring together ,-=;%$#£##
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