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kenkantor: There is a layer deeper, even, than sorrow.
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kenkantor: It's hard to believe we came here looking for a home.
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kenkantor: Such thoughts soon fade, like dreams held to the morning light.
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kenkantor: Someday the nameless will have a new name.
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kenkantor: There was a touch of menace in your invitation.
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kenkantor: Loneliness is one of terror's favorite disguises.
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kenkantor: I sense I will soon grow weary of wandering.