Het roddelblad in mij zit gelijk te roepen, 'Girl, spill the teaaaa!' - Maxime
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That is a perfect copy of reality.
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I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.
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[ I will always love you ]
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"I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe."
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Let me in, let me in.
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