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He was the kind of man who shacked up for shelter
This food contains no chemicals. That's right, it's made of pure energy.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.
librarians; mapmakers - fear more than papercuts
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a man who had fallen among thieves
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