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Sam and Aaron; brothers in bloodshed, bitter opponents in The Shoe. What price this amaroidal victory? Disharmony is a poor chisel with which to carve a shrine. Listen well, then, to Narovsky. For in such a war, there can be no unwounded soldiers.
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The fool, she says. So be it. I can think of worse roles than those of the inner conscience, your basic wisdom, a humorous companion. If I make our dread king accessible through my entreaties then so very much the better–I will remain servant and subject to punishment. But be warned: ignoring the jocular tidings of psychic foresight leads only to disaster, ruin, and decay. And I’ll fall before I’ll wear the mantle of Lord then.
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Team Awesome conquers band camp. Global domination: imminent and inevitable.
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It is truly said that the highest reward for toil is not what you get for it but what you become by it. In this case, double flipflop lateral mount heroine to the teeming multitudes. Put the scowl down, brave gladiator; you are freed. Freed to a champion’s welcome and golden decades of joy and pleasure.
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Color coordinated with love and a hint of defiance.
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A wearisome burden, my heart heavy in its bony cage. But see now! Brow furrowed, lips swallowed with the stoicism born of a hundred toilsome nights. I know this is right. I know this is the natural product of my logos, and worth any price paid in motility or glamor. I’m on to something pure, something real. This is it.