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oh my GOD. MOM. my JELLOPOPS are MELTING

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oh my GOD. MOM. i'm DEEJAYING. shut the DOOR

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the assassination of feldspar, the last brain

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and emerged as dusk was falling, the fire having spread all the way to the cave's mouth

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i fled back to the cave entrance in a panic

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in his stead, a pyre erupted from the ground

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the story closed, and i found that the hermit had disappeared

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and some things can never be truly forgotten

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but echoes of those unsteady years remained

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decades passed and the upheaval became a distant memory

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and a tentative peace was found

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