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A dark, secretive language, heard only in whispers through the cosmos. Ancient. Lost to time.
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“This man is the bee’s knees, Arthur, he is the wasp’s nipples. He is, I would go so far as to say, the entire set of erogenous zones of every major flying insect of the Western world.”
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