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EldarWolf Pinky Pie's Journal. October 12th: cake carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst fill. This village is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of smiles and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their rainbows and magic will foam up about their waists and all the pegasi and unicorns will look up and shout «Save us!»… and I'll whisper «no.»
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