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Flying high the the sky with youthful laughter filling the air. A grimace from below, callous with adulthood. Tick tick tick, your time is coming. There be no more time for plunder or these little play pretends.
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Flying high the the sky with youthful laughter filling the air. A grimace from below, callous with adulthood. Tick tick tick, your time is coming. There be no more time for plunder or these little play pretends.