Slowly they ascend, the sky is the limit. They are the victors, looking down on their victims. They escape, we fester. Do not look up, watch instead where you walk. If you see something, say something. Hot air.
Slowly they ascend, the sky is the limit. They are the victors, looking down on their victims. They escape, we fester. Do not look up, watch instead where you walk. If you see something, say something. Hot air.
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