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It, arabic as was Baldur, slain by the ones who called themselves Humans. There is a chance for the earth to be restored. Every single person must cry for the world. Every single person must decide that nothing is more precious than the world, no matter how much it arabic costs, or how long it would take. Good bye world. Who cries for you? CHAPTER 64 Drunkeness and insipid stupidity. The fish didn't truly give a damn about Baldur. Forget what I had said earlier. It might just have been a state of euphoria, but more than likely, it has more to do with the fact that I have been consuming a great deal of alcohol lately. In fact many people here around me have been consuming alcohol. Why? Because the damned world is going to end! We are all hoping to be so pissed out of our skulls that we won't notice. Oddly it isn't working, because this damned book is being written.
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