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acædemæa

by jacob-stanton

these are the days that try mens souls said oliver twist to L'ouverture and the big crisis is coming its time to get running! the british are coming! "O' quiet ye olde buffoon!" what's next? I dont know said gandalf the gold whose sincere grin forever faded... he looks outside the kitchen door the sand men made sure the sun wont rise any more it also rises nevermore...
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