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The day was resigned to never come, centuries had passed with plans a little more than, “It’s happening.” Yet, here he was in the flesh, white on white on white and no one could sully the purity of the day.
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The day was resigned to never come, centuries had passed with plans a little more than, “It’s happening.” Yet, here he was in the flesh, white on white on white and no one could sully the purity of the day.