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▙▚▝▞ ▝▘▙▚ ▜▗▟▚ ▝▘▙▟ ▙▖▞▜
▗▘▖▘ ▗▛▚▗ ▚▝▜▝▚▚ ▜▙▞▖ ▗▘▖▘ ▗▛▚▗ ▚▝▜ ▗▘▖▘ ▗
▛▚▗ ▚▝▜ ▗▘▖▘ ▗▛▚▗ ▚▝▜ ▗▘▖▘ ▗▛▚▗ ▚▝▜
▟▝▜▟ ▛▝▙▞ ▟▖▙▞ ▚▛▖▝ ▜▚▜▜ ▞▖▖▛ ▜▙▛▖ ▘▖▞ ▚▝▝▞ ▛▙▖▘ ▗▘▝ ▝▙▝▛ ▚▟▛▟ ▚▚▝ ▜▞▞▘ ▗▚▝▙▗▝▘▘ ▘▟▙▞ ▝▜▖▚ ▗▜▞▖ ▘▚▚▝ ▙▘▖▘ ▛
▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚▝ ▟▟▖▖ ▝▘▗▙ ▙▖▙▘ ▙▟▘▘ ▚▙▙▘ ▛▗▜▘ ▗▜▗▘ ▞▚▞▙ ▝▘▖▟
Once the cities are really abandoned and it's only the true ▘▘▝ ▘▟▙ brains and freaks that live there, ▛▗▛▙▙▘▘▘▟▙▚ in these ritualistic places. Where ▗▛▙▖ ▞▖ they throw the victims into the Needle Pits. And they don't mind some of the strangers that watch from ▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖ and skewered too.
crying out for more, more
forgotten but not lost, ▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ ▛▗▛▙▖ ▞▖▖▘ ▙▘▘▝ ▘▟▙▚ and day dreams
▛▚▞ ▝▛▗▙ ▟▖▚▛ ▗▟▜ ▙▟▙▛ ▞▞▘▖ ▟▜▘▛ ▚▘▟ ▟▟▘▗ ▛▝▗▟ ▘▙▞▘ ▞▝▞▚ ▝▘▗▙ ▘▜▟▛ ▗▛▛▜ ▘▞▙▛ ▝▚▜▘ ▚▘▖ ▛▜▙▚ ▝
▖▖▖ ▞▞▘▖ ▟▜
▙▛ ▞▞▘▖ ▟▜▘▛ ▚▘▟ ▟▟▘▗ ▛▝▗▟ ▘▙▞▘ ▞▝▞▚ ▝▘▗▙ ▘▜▟▛ ▗▛▛▜ ▘▞▙▛ ▝▚▜▘ ▚▘▖ ▛▜▙▚ ▝ ▚▘▟ ▟▟▘▗ ▛▝▗▟ ▘▙▞▘ ▞▝▞▚ ▝▘▗▙ ▘▜▟▛ ▗▛▛
return to goodbye strangers