The Apple and the Shielded Robot
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The night was shuttered by the darkness of the glimpse of the unbroken memoirs of the past as the moon shouts to silence the exploded truth of echoes that was whispered under the clouds of lies...It lingers at the bottom of the everlasting doomed hypothalamus...
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