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CUPID

Cupid Cupid's arrows wiltered me; they hasten the Death of Man Cupid's arrows wiltered me; they hasten the death of Men Although Allah is bewildered, the Titans grow ever so near. Lurking beneath Mercury's shoulders, is Cait Sith of Final Fantasy near. My cat, Cloudy, is mid-portioned grey not black. A Cait Sith, perhaps? indeed, Cloudy... Little Angel. Cupid, you Devil!

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