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My dear, Learn to read past the obvious. Someone from the Mud may try to communicate.
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My dear, In the depths of the Mud, Loose and Oddly unkempt Souls will Tempt the unknown,
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My dear, Have you Ever partook in escapism? Let the nights blend together until the Plentiful crops have shriveled. Mud Encompass.
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stop calling me dear im a goat you racist fuck
My hoofed friend, you’re cloven hooves are one in the same. Do not let the minor differences divide unity,
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My dear, where will you be when the foghorns sound?
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My Dear, your frivolity will eventually lead to your demise.
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My dear, you may dig for as long as you please once you hit rock bottom, but should you dig long enough, you'll eventually begin to resurface.
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My dear, the only thing that separates fish from man, is how long you can stay under the water.
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My dear, the chill will reach out and bite at your skin.
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My dear, when the lights flicker and fade, who will be the one standing behind you?
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My dear, everything you've seen will eventually burn and reduce to the same dust it started as.
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My dear, this is all a test.
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My dear, it has been raining for weeks. Even the winds have gone still.
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My dear, be weary near the pond. The fish twist tales of myth. If they plead you to follow, do not.
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My dear, the fog and mist blows in. How long until you are unable to see the hands reaching for you?
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My dear, time flies fast. Keep your eyes on the clock before you remember how to decay.
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My dear, a storm hurtles toward us from the distance. Where can we hide when the thunder starts knocking?
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