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I think the afterlife is the result of an inablility to let go, to accept death. I think that when you die, you're gone.
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Sorry, I can only exorcise clam spirits.
EbichuMAAN! From the dark end of the dark has been chosen for disipline, from the moon to the stars, no one knows what a justice and earnest shopkeeper then today, the justice maker in tonight by the way, they call it: Ebichuman.
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