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The patagone is twice the size of that which I had thought was wise. She feeds on anything but cake just simply trail it in your wake. But what she chiefly seeks to eat it is the cold blood in your feet.
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Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
The Patagone
The patagone is twice the size of that which I had thought was wise. She feeds on anything but cake just simply trail it in your wake. But what she chiefly seeks to eat it is the cold blood in your feet.
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Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
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