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Looking up the escalator tube that carries the mort out of the pulsating oeuf terre to a happier place (where they can have corps ) We see repulsion bands, which flip and flop in direction. This is the logic of heaven-bound travel... trois steps forward, trois steps back, but you'll eventually get there if you just keep at least 10 percent of your wits about you. |
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