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supera superbia
but MY lasers go through shields that block shield-piercing lasers
chrysalis-and-crucible
There is a bar. It professes to exist; its currently relevant patron has his doubts. Not that there's anything wrong with that, you understand. It's just that usually, things that exist have a certain on n'est sais quoi (because, well, il sait quoi, it's you people who don't have a language with any halfway decent way to describe a Not-apple.) Besides. Outside the window, stars are dying. In his eyes, stars are dying. Isn't that just too neat? |
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supera superbia
but MY lasers go through shields that block shield-piercing lasers
chrysalis-and-crucible
There is a bar. It professes to exist; its only current patron has his doubts. Not that there's anything wrong with that, you understand. It's just that usually, things that exist have a certain on n'est sais quoi (because, well, il sait quoi, it's you people who don't have a language with any halfway decent way to describe a Not-apple.) Besides. Outside the window, stars are dying. In his eyes, stars are dying. Isn't that just too neat? |
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supera superbia
but MY lasers go through shields that block shield-piercing lasers
chrysalis-and-crucible
There is a bar. It professes to exist; its only current patron has his doubts. Not that there's anything wrong with that, you understand. It's just that usually, things that exist have a certain on n'est sais quoi (because, well, il sait quoi, it's you people who don't have a language with any halfway decent way to describe a Not-apple.) Besides. Out the window, stars are dying. In his eyes, stars are dying. Isn't that just too neat? |
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supera superbia
but MY lasers go through shields that block shield-piercing lasers
chrysalis-and-crucible
There is a bar. It professes to exist; its only current patron has his doubts. Not that there's anything wrong with that, you understand. It's just that usually, things that exist have a certain on ne sais quoi (because, well, il sait quoi, it's you people who don't have a language with any halfway decent way to describe a Not-apple.) Besides. Out the window, stars are dying. In his eyes, stars are dying. Isn't that just too neat? |
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supera superbia
but MY lasers go through shields that block shield-piercing lasers
chrysalis-and-crucible
There is a bar. It professes to exist; its only current patron has his doubts. Not that there's anything wrong with that, you understand. It's just that usually, things that exist have a certain on ne sait quoi (because, well, il sait quoi, it's you people who don't have a language with any halfway decent way to describe a Not-apple.) Besides. Out the window, stars are dying. In his eyes, stars are dying. Isn't that just too neat? |
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supera superbia
but MY lasers go through shields that block shield-piercing lasers
chrysalis-and-crucible
There is a bar. It professes to exist; its only current patron has his doubts. Not that there's anything wrong with that, you understand. It's just that usually, things that exist have a certain on ne sait quoi (because, well, il sait quoi, it's you people who don't have a language with any halfway decent way to describe a Not-apple.) Besides. Out the window, stars are dying. In his eyes, stars are dying. Isn't that just too neat? |
