Started on Jun 20, 2004.
Completed on Jun 21, 2004.
There was a polite agreement among all humanity that his telepathy wouldn't be discussed openly since he wasn't able to control his impure thoughts. He was throwing stars at a finger pointing at a lynx licking the sky. Forget about the ol' shell game he knew shamefully well. He was at home in a bubble ( he was right here) even so, Cardinal Gato continued, secretly, to use refinery financial accounts for strawberry parfaits! Hah hah!
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