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every so often, when you misplace me, i arrive on a five count and tackle you. i'll tell you what's tangy: slinging. i find a button below your hipbone, it opens up a castle, i sneak in and steal back all of the armor. this part of the woods has owls that talk about nothing but westerns. their heads keep turning in circles which is a program they find useful, especially when tracking the fireflies that never pop up when it's essentially dark and it only is out here without your hands.
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