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    • Weep Holes
    • No doubt your mother told you that the ceiling caved in
    • What was I aiming for?
    • Death what? The sun's corpse will roll on
    • You allowed the object of your love to become abstracted.
    • It may prove a mere accident that we met or it may prove a necessity
    • You should remember to do those things done before that have to be done again
    • The knots of tender love are firmly tied
    • All that I have acquired in life is yours for the taking, and in fact you must take it
    • He was my father, and I was an atom, destined to grow into him
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    • Weep Holes
    • No doubt your mother told you that the ceiling caved in
    • What was I aiming for?
    • Death what? The sun's corpse will roll on
    • You allowed the object of your love to become abstracted.
    • It may prove a mere accident that we met or it may prove a necessity
    • You should remember to do those things done before that have to be done again
    • The knots of tender love are firmly tied
    • All that I have acquired in life is yours for the taking, and in fact you must take it
    • He was my father, and I was an atom, destined to grow into him
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