Welcome,
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oh, what fresh hell is this?
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The trees have ears, the hills have eyes. Trust no one... but the sheep.
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The trees have ears, the hills have eyes. Trust no one... but the sheep.
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The trees have ears, the hills have eyes. Trust no one... but the sheep.
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The trees have ears, the hills have eyes. Trust no one... but the sheep.
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The trees have ears, the hills have eyes. Trust no one... but the sheep.
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