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| I'm ringing Pavlov's bell. Who will answer? Hate the sinner, love the sin. I stopped making sense long ago. Logic does not mean a thing in matters of flesh and love. If I seem unclear, I would be glad to draw you a picture.... in invisible ink. The moth don't care when he sees the flame. He'll beat his wings till he burns them black. So let's jump into the fire
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