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No, bitch. Get in the fucking trunk.
The day is over and the ominous clouds of perpetual darkness loom across the impending horizon. Many bleak, vivid hours pass as the ice cold wind blows in the distance, occasionally causing the slumbering leopards to stir from their sleep. As dawn approaches, the edges of the sky burn a crisp, crimpson red, like the fires in the depths of hell. The leopards shrink away into hiding as the face of the morning sun searches for them.
The night is over.
The day is over and the ominous clouds of perpetual darkness loom across the impending horizon. Many bleak, vivid hours pass as the ice cold wind blows in the distance, occasionally causing the slumbering leopards to stir from their sleep. As dawn approaches, the edges of the sky burn a crisp, crimpson red, like the fires in the depths of hell. The leopards shrink away into hiding as the face of the morning sun searches for them.
The night is over.