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Maybe I'm just too darn sensitive... or something... but each word here is making me wince in pain. My galaxies are colliding in here. There is the sound of the death agonies of creatures long extinct. The wish for this boil to burst, to splat all over the baying hounds of hell, send them whimpering in mortification back to their sewers, floats off something starboard from here. What could be done about these people? Are they even mortal?
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And THIS.
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