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The 白 and waxy 洞くつ. ジェイコブ stands small in the corner, surrounded by still 空気 and fluctuating 石 walls, which might be part of a potemkin village constructed by US Park Service Rangers and left intact for him to accidentally 発見する. Or perhaps he has stumbled up the staircase to heaven and, stopping halfway up to take off his 帽子, gotten 失われた on the landing, as the sound of the party fades away and the artichoke paste he had in his 口 an hour before, now sour and poisonous in his 口, at first taste (a month has passed, so suddenly). |
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