| Probability | Text |
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| 67% | Who do you wanna kill? She really likes it. Please tip it. I love it. Then flame it. No Earth, I'm just living in the NEEDS of M M in the NEEDS of M Let's get built that way! What a v Sabot. No. Yeah, M Shmen Loser is cool. What about New York? My whole life is just needles. Me too. Uhugrzz. Oh, no. Ehh ME. In the heart ofaudible. Yeah me too. Something roadside- I'm just not concentration, I shouldn't have mentioned your Steam stuff through. Chable. Uhh, what do you have? Uhh 20 worldview per Figure mini crispy | ▶️ |
| 71% | I could feel the virus of deep air burning through my own feet. I could see the best way for a burning source for me. I would try to hold the voice like they're fighting lies. I will see to just a break that India is the soft and forward. | ▶️ |
| 71% | I know now that my wife has become most of a Kantarian demon. I fear that the only way to stop those possessed by the spirits of the boat is through the act of... ...buddling dismemberment. I'm clean now to avoid this harp, and for myself, I... I have seen the dark shadows moving in the woods, and I have no doubt that... ...whatever I have resurrected through this book... ...is sure to come calling... ...for me. | ▶️ |
| 64% | I know now that my wife has become most to a Kantarian demon. I fear that the only way to stop those possessed by the spirits of the book is through the act of bodily dismemberment. I'm leaving now to avoid this harp, but for myself, I have seen the dark shadows moving in the woods, and I have no doubt that whatever I have resurrected through this book is sure to come calling for me. | ▶️ |
| 68% | Brethren, it's time once again to seize the public's attention, to spread the word far and wide. Los Angeles demands that her residents be deafblind and unconscious. They do not hear the gunshots and the children screaming. They do not see the mountains for the smog. They sleepwalk through the crowds, the freeway traffic jams. Their sun shatters into splinters of concrete glass and steel. And when their heads pound and their eyes burn, they close the window of the BMW, blast the air conditioner and turn up the volume on the CD player. Enough! I prepare to manifesto that will alert the citizens to the evils of this living death. My words will shake them like a 7.5 earthquake. Your role is to see to it that my treatise is printed in the LA Star Morning Edition. This Vacho tells you, listen. | ▶️ |
