Curiosity Won't Kill The Cat
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Última publicación mar, dic 12, 2023
"I can't control my curiosity
My curiosity is controlling me."
We have reasons for all we are doing.
We have untold stories.
Do lies for good cause are acceptable?
Who is gonna keep secret until the end?
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