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Well, I must sleep. I'll be back before the deadline, but just to be on the safe side:
++Celuien
...because she's a ketchup grower, and I can't think of a word that rhymes with "ketchup". The sooner we get rid of her, the less necessary it is that I work her and her unrhymable occupation into the epic poem I'll be writing and publishing when this ordeal is over.
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