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that's a fucking lovely irish ear canal for all those that may doubt him! asimov strikes like a kenyan sprinter, drafted to the nfl a spring after sucking the blood from the cheetah he slayed and dragged home to the village after the UN fucked up his shit. but no worries, incoming airmail: Nike.
asimov was sick, but what about lovecraft? read to yourself the white ship... then try his horror.
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