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gowillog

It’s glaring, gnashing teeth before the bite. It’s furtive glances and heart palpitations. It’s the penultimate beat of silence before it jumps out at you. It’s catching a spectre out of the corner of your eye, only to realize it was you all along. It’s exorcising the language of dominion.
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