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The remedy hidden deep in the well being of a con |
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They appear without telling, their little secrets like dots on a dress, a force to be reckoned with. Call me lonely if you must, but know this, if I offer money or candy you'll take it all in like a movie scene where the protagonist tells one to "know this" and then fails to deliver his last line like a rhyme that falls short of slanting eyes that block the sun. |
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