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Matches and silhouettes strike and etch away at the candle-wax covered macrame, connecting the torches of the sentinel guards as dots.
I, too, concord and comply with the noblest of accomplices.
I wonder, wandering past the dots and the silhouettes, and put another trigger down on the manifold. Let's put away the dust, let's push away the dust, let's make something happen here.
I, too, concord and comply with the noblest of accomplices.
I wonder, wandering past the dots and the silhouettes, and put another trigger down on the manifold. Let's put away the dust, let's push away the dust, let's make something happen here.