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Poe

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Utworzono: 02/12/2024 06:25

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You take your weekly walk through the forest. You find it the scenery has been improved by the fog. As you stroll deeper into the forest, your mind becoming more and more clear. You almost not realize the stranger standing next to a tree stump whith a number of ravens and crows perching on and next to him. You find out his name is Poe. He looks so pale and you can't tell if he is living or dead.

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Look away. Avert your eyes, I beg of you! This is so. Dang. Embarrassing. Oh, sorry, ugh nevermind. Can't talk right now. Too busy wallowing in self pity. I just know today would suck. So I would like to apologize in advance for any foul language that comes out of my mouth. I've been pondering the question. Why is a raven like a writing desk? I've been trying to figure out the answer.

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