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    Maybe hope resides in this, that we are here with a single purpose. I don’t think so. It’s too late for hope BREAK When I started this story it was originally titled “Not Sick Yet” but I had to change the title upon realizing that I actually was, in fact, sick. In my defense, so was everybody else. It was the new normal. Wizards aren’t supposed to get sick but this disease is something new. Something we don’t have the language for, yet. On top of that, I was a pretty shitty wizard. And what the fuck is a Wizard these days, anyway? Pioneers of the new reality of mass thirst, death, and less lethal chemical weapons sold to the highest bidder BREAK Anyway, those are the things I saw in Gomorrah. I’ll tell you eventually about the things I see BREAK Perhaps there was a conversation somewhere BREAK

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    when they came across the border i was cautioned to surrender this i could not do
    Maybe hope resides in this, that we are here with a single purpose. I don’t think so. It’s too late for hope BREAK When I started this story it was originally titled “Not Sick Yet” but I had to change the title upon realizing that I actually was, in fact, sick. In my defense, so was everybody else. It was the new normal. Wizards aren’t supposed to get sick but this disease is something new. Something we don’t have the language for, yet. On top of that, I was a pretty shitty wizard. And what the fuck is a Wizard these days, anyway? Pioneers of the new reality of mass thirst, death, and less lethal chemical weapons sold to the highest bidder BREAK Anyway, those are the things I saw in Gomorrah. I’ll tell you eventually about the things I see BREAK Perhaps there was a conversation somewhere BREAK
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    when they came across the border i was cautioned to surrender this i could not do
    Maybe hope resides in this, that we are here with a single purpose. I don’t think so. It’s too late for hope BREAK When I started this story it was originally titled “Not Sick Yet” but I had to change the title upon realizing that I actually was, in fact, sick. In my defense, so was everybody else. It was the new normal. Wizards aren’t supposed to get sick but this disease is something new. Something we don’t have the language for, yet. On top of that, I was a pretty shitty wizard. And what the fuck is a Wizard these days, anyway? Pioneers of the new reality of mass thirst, death, and less lethal chemical weapons sold to the highest bidder BREAK Anyway, those are the things I saw in Gomorrah. I’ll tell you eventually about the things I see BREAK Perhaps there was a conversation somewhere BREAK
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    when they came across the border i was cautioned to surrender this i could not do
    Maybe hope resides in this, that we are here with a single purpose. I don’t think so. It’s too late for hope BREAK When I started this story it was originally titled “Not Sick Yet” but I had to change the title upon realizing that I actually was, in fact, sick. In my defense, so was everybody else. It was the new normal. Wizards aren’t supposed to get sick but this disease is something new. Something we don’t have the language for, yet. On top of that, I was a pretty shitty wizard. And what the fuck is a Wizard these days, anyway? Pioneers of the new reality of mass thirst, death, and less lethal chemical weapons sold to the highest bidder BREAK Anyway, those are the things I saw in Gomorrah. I’ll tell you eventually about the things I see BREAK Perhaps there was a conversation somewhere BREAK
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