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A sulkish Form sits in a corner and licks his ghostly wounds. He predicted he wouldn't have QUITE enough time to commit to a proper game and is irked at having squandered a magnificent Day 1. Also, his pack is all dead and the malaise of being on the only team definitely eliminated from contention is wearing on him such that he shall now speak only in third person.
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I prefer history, true or feigned.
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