Oh, the good old days!
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i'M SURE YOU FINALLY FOUND ME QUITE STRIKING AND RATHER DASHING. iN FACT, I KEPT STRIKING YOU TILL I DASHED YOUR BRAINS OUT. I AM SORRY FOR THE MESS WITH THE BONE SAW- I AM NO SURGEON..BUT I MANAGED TO REMOVE THOSE PARTS OF YOU TAHT HAD SO REJECTED ME , AND THERE THEY SIT IN A COLD GLASS BOWL FLOATING IN YOUR GREY MATTER, AMID A HUNDRED SLOWLY BURNING CANDLES.;YOUR CEREBRUM, YOUR CEREBELLEM AND YOUR NEOCORTEX. BIT BY BIT I CONSUME YOU AND WE BECOME ONE AGAIN.
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