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Ima here, Ima here 'n th' suspicions on me already. Darn finally an ordo. Vote me off on Day one! Nonesence! Ye liars! I say lynch th' lot 'f ya! 'm I th' only one that isn't drunk? Yea! Lynch all 'f ye, save the rest of us from horror! *pet the captins parrot*
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Adjust and calibrate when the memories start to fade; Into a carrier signal, origin unknown
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Originally Posted by Mithalwen
Tom was poet bot. Tom only sold soul for art. Tom suffered. Mith mithed Tom |
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