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Keep in mind what you chose and all the moves which you have made; but still, it's my bed you rushed to fold in fabrics on which I will not lay. They wove them from dark make-believe and just because you can't conceive it, doesn't mean the truth is bound to all the lies that you have found. You, sadly, exert no effort here to try for answers all too near. Instead, a high horse of ignorance keeps you running on that worthless fence. You've been but their sick implement, meant to believe contrived lies against my innocence. But what would matter? Who would care to breach the line that is just now there? You drew it, careless, uninformed. Conclusions made of my rapport with no want of truth, no - nothing more.
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