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I FEAR NOTHING... EXCEPT THE TEDIUM THAT IT WILL BRING!
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No one knew the old him. No one knew what became of him. He vanished as though he never existed.
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Now excuse me, I have to work on Psycholonials. My accountant estimates over one dollar in sales.
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Perhaps it will come to me as I swing my sword.
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I heard the sound of waves.
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Stitches swipes her hair to the sides of her head. She swirls around in a clumsy manner while admiring her own body. Stitches seems to be halting her attacks briefly. You are surprised yourself how easy it was to actually persuade her...

Your lord disintegrates.
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Waiting is wasting, for people like me.
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When you tell someone not to leap from a cliff and they do it anyway, how should you react? What about the second time? The third? The thirtieth? I took that man under my wing. I told him what would happen. Now it has. His experiment didn't fail. It was a success. Of course he's miserable. The rocks below are incredibly sharp. They would dice anyone to ribbons – including you, if you're foolhardy enough to jump after him.
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One tranquil day of ease and happiness followed another in quiet succession; and with these unsophisticated barbarians the history of a day was the history of a life. They were not caught up in any of the ancient goings-on which warrant even the briefest of mentions in any of the historical works that survive to this day; nay, they were as unknown to the outside world as it was to them, a fact which certainly does contribute to the brevity of this article. But why would that brevity be a bad thing? Indeed, what has extensive knowledge of a certain species of mankind ever wrought? Nothing, nay, a worse thing yet!
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Perhaps you're right. The power is ebbing from the pieces, from the coral – I don't belong here anymore. But I will not leave my legacy to a blood-sucking neophyte who doesn't know their Sicilian from their Caro-Kann.
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