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I know its a disaster and it logically doesn't make much sense but I have to speedrun so I'm improvising
Please god, let me finish this shit, the pace in which im dying is increasing greatly with every second I spend on this bitch
This material killed my children, ate my house and spit on my guinnea pig's grave, please
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