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where only real moments are stored And may they never happen again

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                   But they already happened                 .

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                           So               Sigma and I are still here

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                   sat on the swing for a while, hardly saying a word
                                                                   it was as if
                   anything. The silence wasn't oppressive        ,
                   spread between us, becoming something
                              .
                                                               ,
                   almost tangible. It was clear in the evening                          -
                   completed Everything important has been said Everything else                 in
                                  ,
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                                                                                   :
                                  .
                   us I watched as the wind gently swayed           .
                        .
                                             ,
                   the swing even when we had already stood up.
                                                                                        .
                                                  ,
                   Then she remembered. She remembered something completely different.
                   That                         .                                          .   ,
                   that is not directly related to Sigma But still

                   somewhere nearby Images Scenes Girls Plastic             .

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                                         .
                   Latex Glass A world where power is not          .               .               .
                        -
                   need words  .             .     .
                                                    ,
                                                          The world of biocookies

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                           Sometimes it seems that dolls stand still
                   But in reality                 it's just that you haven't gotten                  .
                                                     ,
                   in tune with their rhythm. Latex hugs the knees and

                                    .
                   draws breath up to the throat In this
                   silence, there is no weakness             only restrained     .




















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