THINK OF HOME

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If her past indicated anything, the man was already doomed.

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If he weren't so oblivious, she'd think this was
a futile attempt to delay. But alas; the distraction was real.
He pointed through the brush to the most curious of sights.

It is you. You run your business on frozen ground.

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