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Me?
Are you asking about me now?
Well.
The well has been emptied.
Completely run dry.

There is nothing more.
Wastelands. Badlands.
That’s all that remains now.

Me? Where will I go now?
Wherever the wind blows me,
My friend.

Wherever the wind blows.
JRF
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JRF  47/F/Canada
(47/F/Canada)   
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     Melody Wang, Blue Sapphire and Timothy
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