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A hard hit.                Smoke hangs low, slowly slithering        from a cracked smile. Her vexed and vacant        visage is frozen for a moment... and her glossy eyes, glazed       with frigid gloom, dilate. Expelling expired air       she hacks in exoneration, as if some spirit's        clutch surrendered her soul, shaking        her skeletal frame in a passionate        fit of unbridled hate. She relaxes in her recliner...        relief.
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May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
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A hard hit.                Smoke hangs low, slowly slithering        from a cracked smile. Her vexed and vacant        visage is frozen for a moment... and her glossy eyes, glazed       with frigid gloom, dilate. Expelling expired air       she hacks in exoneration, as if some spirit's        clutch surrendered her soul, shaking        her skeletal frame in a passionate        fit of unbridled hate. She relaxes in her recliner...        relief.
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May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
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