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good god what exactly have we done with our restraint? because we're blatantly denying the only truth we thought we'd guessed lucky. and i don't know what to say anymore if the floor is slipping from under our feet, and we're too obnoxious to even try and stop it. exactly what are you going on about if the goings on are still trapping us in redundance? last happy medium defined in the lines of the priestess, cluttered wings of the feast that's pleasing the masters, we're leaving these caverns with bloodclots.