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if you were a kid

napper and you fell into

thistles.  If the parachute you bought

in the black market, didn’t open, but

the thorns stopped you from

splattering on the ground, who would

you blame?  You marry a funny girl

because you want the witches

casting spells for you, but formalist

gods curse you for it and you have thorns in your parts.

ouch

ouch

itchy ouch.

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