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a tall figure wrapped in silk, the milk was expired, its last charade in pieces in a tent, rent free housing for the survivors, revived in a better time, a better place, no trace of the traumatic birth, the search was over, overheard was a list of demands, of promises, a miserable ordeal, a deal was made in the dead of night, a fight erupted soon after that, a wind would enter from above, a box would keep it in check, in chains

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