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Charlie
There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it - no larger than a single grain of malt. You don't have to do anything anymore. Ever. Never ever.
There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it - no larger than a single grain of malt. You don't have to do anything anymore. Ever. Never ever.
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