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,,,,,,,,,, somehow. like a golem, and i try not to ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,» care too much, but i do. it's a »,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,»/ contaminated golem, this one. purity /»,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,»/$ clouded by my echo. afterglow of my $/»,,,,,,,
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