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#@#&¤^:=-, I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ,-=:^¤&#@#
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#&¤^:=-,,, ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ,,,-=:^¤&#
&¤^:=-,,,, INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ,,,,-=:^¤&
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^:=-,,,,,, SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ,,,,,,-=:^
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