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I look like a crack whore, bruises all over my body. Not that I really know exactly what a crack whore looks like. This morning at work into my head popped the word 'dormant'. This is the calm before the storm, or maybe it's the eye of the storm. Whatever it is, I'm getting ready for something, I'm saving up for something. Hi, Fates, nice to hear from you again. Been a while, huh?
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