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Heh.
Fuck.
Okay.

Ist es das Gruen des Neides oder das Rot vom Zorn?
Ja, ich glaube in diesem Falle ist es das Letzte.
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Something emerged. Something invisible. Something joyful and selfish and marvelous. Something as intangible as an idea, which is exactly what it was. Wild ideas. What it had, right now, was memories and needs. It remembered life; it needed people. It rose against the stars, changing shape, coiling like smoke. There were lights on the ( Read more... )