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¨¨¨¨¨-~;%$ she moves her feet. $%;~-¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨-~;% the patch is wet. %;~-¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨- she's cozy and strong on the crest -¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨- and noone else is around. -¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨-~; as her feet move her hazily forward she ;~-¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨-~;% looks around, and spots another island %;~-¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨-~;%$ on the sea of foam. $%;~-¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨-~;%$&¶ stops mid-stride. she frowns. ¶&$%;~-¨¨¨
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