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A lot of stink a lot of cheese. It must be what they liked.
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Gorgonzola. It's what she was to bring this time. Plumtree's potted meat. What it was last time.
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RaNdOmInIuM MeChAnIcUm. Malodorous mobbing.
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"He turns in his bed, and reaches for a body,
like the blind to braille."
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... there's a colour of dusk that falls at the curfew of love, amber in its distillation of taste and desire for immortality.
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