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The darkest humorist: makes light my fears, so that this floating ship will not sink some 20,000 leagues under it's panicked weight, pointing to six exits, laughing, she straps me to a chair and tells me, "The place we are all going-- soon, we'll be there."
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Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 9:55 PM UTC
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The darkest humorist: makes light my fears, so that this floating ship will not sink some 20,000 leagues under it's panicked weight, pointing to six exits, laughing, she straps me to a chair and tells me, "The place we are all going-- soon, we'll be there."
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Aug 4, 2010 at 9:55 PM UTC
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