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She was feigning hurt, but there was faint copper on her breath...
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A French Galleasse, midnight.
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| "Do you really fucking think that I can hear you?" | |
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Jus' give me a cool drink before I DIE, screamed Maya
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| "Welcome to Silicon Valley - you have sought out and found death." | |
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| This folly has been my undoing | |
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