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This is not narrative[edit | edit source]
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. A small part of me died from this. why? me dont know. the oranges will ripen in the phillipines at sun down. rest stop bathrooms=your death. sorry if i wasted you're time cuz i probably did...heck, i even wasted MY time!
Once upon a timey a longish sort of period of space ago, three arbitors from the mountains of morillia were spying on seven silk scabbard makers. The scabbards kept cutting the silk so they decided to use toilet paper instead. Then everybody died. Teh End.