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Jan 2011
You are my harem's thought Siren.
The eunuchs have cleared all the others from the palace'
I've instructed them to draw you a warm scented bath
and light ninety nine candles to aureate your lovely skin.
Upon the hour I will join you and light the remaining one.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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