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How's it going, these days?    Pretty good. How's your family been?    I wouldn't know--    I renounced the blood.    In doing so, I kicked the sick.    I can't make a better world, but    I can pen an ending to this ancient curse.    I can choose a family,    & I chose the    vertebrae that    puts my spine back    in alignment. I always had this choice. Now I can see it. I can let the blood, and guarantee the world, I'll have no progeny. Trust me, when I say it's my gift to you and yours. ;)
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
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How's it going, these days?    Pretty good. How's your family been?    I wouldn't know--    I renounced the blood.    In doing so, I kicked the sick.    I can't make a better world, but    I can pen an ending to this ancient curse.    I can choose a family,    & I chose the    vertebrae that    puts my spine back    in alignment. I always had this choice. Now I can see it. I can let the blood, and guarantee the world, I'll have no progeny. Trust me, when I say it's my gift to you and yours. ;)
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
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