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That's usuаllу hоw thеу start, thе young оnеs. Meaningless waffle.

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Jonathan Stroud
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: October 27
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Jonathan Anthony Stroud
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Waffle
Waffles
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So I departed, leaving behind a pungent smell of brimstone. Just something to remember me by.
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listen, a goad's anything that provokes or incites an enemy --- let me have a go: cursed deamon! you have met your end! the shivering fire awaits you! i shall spread your vile essance across this hall like... um, like margarine, a very think layer of it... --- ye-es... im not sure he'll pick up on that analogy. never mind, keep going.
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Julius Tallow was a fool. He appeared complacent, but like a weak swimmer out of his depth, his legs were kicking frantically under the surface, trying to keep him afloat. Whatever happened, Nathaniel did not intend to sink with him.
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