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too late

by BattyHatter

no need to go to school but my hands work independently from my hands science can bring azn explanation but I can't so I'm sitting here ha;f in the dark but can't svoid thid dickness called sdavark but i'm to used to half of ordnance givwn to living quarks I'm dying
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