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¨:«*%&@### really irks me is that so do i. ###@&%*«:¨
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¨:«*%&## they give me wristbands and anklets, ###&&%*«:¨
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¨:«*%&&@## surface is swirling, like dark ##@&&%*«:¨
¨¨¨:*%%&@# thunderstorms trapped in glass, like #@&%%*:¨¨¨
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¨:«*%&&@## make my tongue curl with satisfaction. ##@&&%*«:¨
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¨:«*%&&@## the bugs leave me suspiciously ##@&&%*«:¨
¨¨¨::«**&@ satisfied. @&**«::¨¨¨
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¨:«*%&&@## they measure my clothes. "you are going ##@&&%*«:¨
¨¨¨:*%&& to become about half as big", they tell #&&&%*:¨¨¨
¨:«*%&&&&@ me, barely controlling themselves with @&&&&%*«:¨
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