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Comforting words of innocent empathy from the fruit of my own loins, transformed  to bewildered tears that stream in pure awkward silence upon my darkened face.
Comforting words of innocent empathy from the fruit of my own loins, transformed to bewildered tears that stream in pure awkward silence upon my darkened face.
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