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May 2016
Stop. Everyone stand still.
Don't move a muscle - not an inch.
Breathing: not preferable, but do as you must.
There! Stay like that. That's what we are after.
Hold in your stomach.
It must look perfect.
You don't look perfect.
Get out. Leave. Now.
Charlie May Cullip
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Charlie May Cullip
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   Yusof Asnan and cgembry
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