And then the fire and the quill engulfs the note on my desk. Writhing in exquisite pain and garrish hope, we became. I look through they written eye of
blackness and feel sparkling gems saying to me, ''Shout, for the sinners bring hope...You must overcome!'' And into the darkness. Outside, the masks of penguins rape the day and hover in semi-circles about my abode, hoping they know the truth about what is inside and below.
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