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Stefan,, Jun 16, 2003
I am not sick, take it back, I never forced it upon him I just put it there on the ground and if he ate it he knew what he was doing, that�s it, okay? He looks up at me and says to me hey, we should go for a walk, so we did. We began walking along the road of dank trees and misfortune.

Flee DaSystem,, Jun 02, 2003
He read me globs of letters out of an old, well-worn and much-used notebook and none of it made a damn bit of sense. Then it hit me. That�s why it made sense.

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