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Such ripe, red, fruit in the orchard.
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I can appreciate a good predator, but I'll just stay out of their way.
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I'm still learning your secrets little echoes.
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Kindred, oh my Kindred, how may I build commerce with thee? A pound of flesh, a pint of blood, or good old fashioned green?
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Knowledge prior to crossing into death is nothing compared to when you come back.
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Please. What's in a name?
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I say Magus, you say Magi...
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I'm sorry, what? The world isn't strange enough for you without making up Fairy Stories??
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