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[schaffino]

the vital fluid is drawn, a line in the concrete. the sun is fallen, and with it my efforts to oblige frivolous companionships. amorphous incognition over cliffs and sub-rosa betwixt the radix of a vineyard and the juncture of inclemency. cozenage! cozenage! clandestine antistrophe! take it back. take it back. take it back. take it back. take it

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[clampet]

hmm, perhaps you should go to be earlier no?

[schaffino]

no?