Chapter 1: No carving in store

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The store was bustling by hopping in happiness as store consumers came by. I was the one fragile with fragility. There's nothing to come by when I hold my dearest opal. Perfume I brought at this store long ago when I was 16, now 29, still at my parents' house. I have a toothy corner, I said to God. He laughed and said to himself hmphm hmp I love him.

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Every day, I came back from sanfransico by my wife's rules and celebrated Buddhism by myself. All of the gold that I am luxurious ravishing in now.

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