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With jawbreaker eyes and a rot-you smile, they wash you again. Dissolved, in solution, rinsed around the glass of a warm beaker. "Get cooking," his voice comes through the pleasant taste of a grin. It won't stop. You will react. Judgment has no weight against the pace of a smiling god.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
Smiling Gods
With jawbreaker eyes and a rot-you smile, they wash you again. Dissolved, in solution, rinsed around the glass of a warm beaker. "Get cooking," his voice comes through the pleasant taste of a grin. It won't stop. You will react. Judgment has no weight against the pace of a smiling god.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
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