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it was the year nineteen ninety nine and lots of inavations have occured like the invention of the flint lock and the death of the dark one. yet on a crisp dark night you may fell the remance of his being or a quiet echo of his voice. and thats where i come in it was a tusday night and I...... well thats all i got good night sally im the greatest writer ever to have writen
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