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Let it be known to me and to you that the longlove I gave to you was all forged, frought in forever time, and not for free from within my inner soulstice serenity; neither nor neo gotiated in an aforementioned annointed another's co pro/con preference that coincides with a pre/pro/com 
not emo time limited to a fancy free and fomented passion to that un another's come what may;in loose leaf terra terms of sexio social significance of what come may in how we live lay and future foster our pack presence, 
We gathered our resources to garner for all time the things we sequestered in tune so sublime. Not to mention the hard, the easy, the ugly, the surprise, the lovely, the 
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