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¨:~;†&@### thunderstorms trapped in glass, like ###@&†;~:¨
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¨:~;†&@### my body so that it can see clearly ###@&†;~:¨
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¨¨¨¨:~~†&@ make my tongue curl with satisfaction. @&†~~:¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨:~;†††@ "out of this world", i think, having no @†††;~:¨¨¨
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¨:~;†&@### the bugs leave me suspiciously ###@&†;~:¨
¨:~;†&@### satisfied. ###@&†;~:¨
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