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"Knees in the breeze...pfftttttt, hardly. This ain't no breeze. Moving at a ton plus makes for more like a damned hurricane." I thought to myself as the firestorm burned through my veins. The same fire that's smouldering and choking out my senses dull with a warm, hazy smoke. A smoke which is blurring my vision at the moment."
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"From the Book of Jesse;
"Knees in the breeze...pfftttttt, hardly. This ain't no breeze. Moving at a ton plus makes for more like a damned hurricane." I thought to myself as the firestorm burned through my veins. The same fire that's smouldering and choking out my senses dull with a warm, hazy smoke. A smoke which is blurring my vision at the moment."
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