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Here, my friend, we introduce you to the world of whimsy and hate. 42 is no 69, but in this economy, it looks unique and lovely.
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Hey!
Call me Soul. I have a friend called Snow-Flower.
We are children of the red soil and the monsoon showers.
The West Sea may one day devour
Our land, but not our spirits.
We reside within the green mountain trees.
Our spirits roar louder than the seas.
Come, keep us company.
If you have the audacity, darling,
To be true to thine own self.
My dear friend,
Welcome to the friend group.