Cold's Warmth
As I gaze into the empty night, the cold warms me.
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I used to fold flowers, cranes, and flying saucers.Now I only fold black and white brochures.
Let Me Tell You a Story by Blake Robinson
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
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