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I am going to die of jealousy now.
Ick.
Thump.
That was me, dying of jealousy.
Some day (she said, shaking her fist at the sky,) some day I will go back to Paris and stay in a swanky hotel where the toilets flush and I will eat baby animals and baby vegetables and maybe even a baby mineral if it gets too close.
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traguna macoities tracorum satis de
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