The fields faced the graveyard, symmetrical with themselves and each other. The spikes that marked the bushes were alike...so were the corpses, down instead of up. I'm not my body, am I? I don't think, I don't...but you feel differently, don't you? Even if you feel the same.
This isn't making sense, which is apparently a common complaint among my consumers. The absence of sence. For what it's worth, I feel the same way-I don't know what I'm talking about half the time. I just don't think that it detracts.
This isn't making sense, which is apparently a common complaint among my consumers. The absence of sence. For what it's worth, I feel the same way-I don't know what I'm talking about half the time. I just don't think that it detracts.
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