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Oh hang it. I entreat you, Celuien, follow me when you can. And littlemanpoet-a fool's curse on ye if you've played me false.
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EDIT: You came after all Celuien-excellent. Now is the hour when we shall draw our swords together!
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Among the friendly dead, being bad at games did not seem to matter
-Il Lupo Fenriso
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