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The mirror talks to me, it is a prerecorded valedictory from me to me head to head reminders of the lies being fed. Well Hell, I knew it, but Alice got through it so why can't I?
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
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The mirror talks to me, it is a prerecorded valedictory from me to me head to head reminders of the lies being fed. Well Hell, I knew it, but Alice got through it so why can't I?
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
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