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Let’s blow this thing and go home!
I’m getting too old for this sort of thing.
I’m getting too old for this sort of thing.
Corrupti quos dolores et quas molestias excepturi sint occaecati.
There’s nothing for me here now.
It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus.
I want to learn the ways of the Force and be a Jedi, like my father before me.
Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.
But with the blast shield down, I can’t even see!
The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.




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