There was a man who sat in a lawnchair on the beach on an island far from other people. He had always been there, sitting. Sitting since the first second that had ticked of time. History had unfolded in front of him and he had gone on sitting. The ships came and set flags around him, cut down the trees and made their houses. The bombs went
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keep it up man these are cool :P
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