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In the Fens, standing firm within the sunken landscape, was a palace that was never built. Its opulence was renowned; it was a palace fit for a King. And for a real King the palace had been constructed. It was all he had thought of for two years or more and those around him were
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restless, faceless, i try but i no longer see your eyes, no longer hear the sound of your heart as it beat against my ear. i remember i lay on your stomach. blissfully happy. it didn’t matter and it didn’t feel like it would end one day, we didn’t think to or care about that.
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There was a man standing in the corner of the dayroom shouting, declaring to a young frightened girl she was a complete, not partial, pair of buttocks. The distinction of partial and complete were equally nonsensical. “You’re an asshole…a total, complete and utter asshole” he said. Not ‘you have an asshole’, or ‘you are sitting
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Far From The Madding Crowd 