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this my fine featherd friend, is a giant cheese cake full of genious. and the design is fookin wicked too. When you writing a novel? i think you got your characters your plot right there. Having been razed catholic in the west of ireland when the secrets of fatima et all held sway, i remember the sever disppointment i felt when the appointed day for the rapture failed to harken haggard shafts of light from the clouds. well pissed i was to have to go to school the next day. pretty much held that sentiment for the rest of my life untill i finally realised that its not actually the holy spirit that makes wheatabix go snap cracle and pop and that nobody ctually knows what makes em do that. not no scientists no preachers no bible school teachers no nuffin
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