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The fishermen at Pike Place Market tell tales of a man with such sight that he could peer into your very mind… but such things are mere stories
I feel my strength growing with the passing of every hour. I alone can redeem this blighted landscape. I alone must bear the responsibility of culling that which is rotten and ugly to allow that which is good and pure to flourish. The chair goes, dad
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