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warning a local
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guardsman that a
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mass evacuation was
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looming, imminent, foreboding,
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affected by pyroclastic
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show seen afar.
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But the guardsman
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loved his sausage.
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So much so
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, lava flows, rockfalls
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notwithstanding, he munched
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... three blind mice ...
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.
Squimen's wrath continued
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its
pleasure
frissons.
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pulsing inksack swelling
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toxic gases and
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skin-stripping acids clawing
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to Albaerians' vicinity.
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To this day
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will come Night,
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welcome night,
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the question is
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when to take,
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... or to surrender ...
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-- to delicious temptation --
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xapper_5150
18-May-12, 12:47
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You speak donuts?
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Desire
is
Everything.
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Death is nothing.
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xapper_5150
19-May-12, 02:24
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Peace and solace
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follow
Passion's
entwinement.
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