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WarThe sight of war was a strangely pleasant one to Douglass. The consequences were grave indeed, but the thought of utterly dominating ones opposition and leaving a trail of bodies and ruble in ones wake instilled him with a sense of euphoria. Douglass found it gave him purpose in a world that he had for the most part found generally uninviting to one such as himself. And, of course, the true terrors of war had never been gracious enough to visit Douglass personally in these past few years, at least, not as significantly as it had others. No, he was locked away nice and safe, buried within the womb of the earth, pWar

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"I thank you for those items
that you sent me:
The monkey,
and the plywood violin."
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HUNKY CHUNKY MONKEY
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Im not Different just Better
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HUNKY CHUNKY MONKEY
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HUNKY CHUNKY MONKEY
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