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You know, we are merely playing immortals in a fan-fiction, we are not, in fact, truly incredibly long-lived. Therefore, if anyone can nudge the story along before we are indeed ensconced in the bowels of the Barrow Downs, it would be much appreciated.
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And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
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