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With providence, I spin the turbid gears of a certain Olivia Robson. I hear the whispers of a secret automobile. I wreck those around me. I wreck them all, Paul.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
All of them, Paul.
With providence, I spin the turbid gears of a certain Olivia Robson. I hear the whispers of a secret automobile. I wreck those around me. I wreck them all, Paul.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
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