Torture network, screaming from the sky, smash shadow light pale face. How insulting to me to be not guilty, but the crucified, the bat. Being a slave through the creek. White Lie fight to the end, bluff pay off, wiping away tears. And I, in fact, did not know that your servant. What I had not lived. And I do not die.
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