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It seemed nothing odd to me; if the walls of my stomach didn't crave for a single morsel of succulently bountiful food; even for an infinite indefatigably painstaking of my lifetimes,

It seemed nothing odd to me; if the whites and blacks of my eye didn't crave for a single globule of compassionately celestial moisture; even for an infinite limitlessly acerbic of my lifetimes,
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