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I must face him, alone.
The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.
I’m getting too old for this sort of thing.
All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV.
Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.
Let’s blow this thing and go home!
But with the blast shield down, I can’t even see!
She needs your help.
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