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chapter 5 - after effects so, i will never, ever again write a poem in this rant sapce about "falling down but not breaking anything" even if it does in fact fill the parody perfectly. because for christmas, i dislocated my sholder falling down my icy steps, trying to put down melting salts. curse you, holiday weasels. i have been foiled again.
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