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just let it wash over me, soaking my clothes to my skin. I felt as if my own spirit was lifted, like an enigma I didn't need to solve. I waited until the sun broke the clouds, then

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In 1437 near the site that is now Peoria, a portal opened up and out stepped out 3 beaming physics under-grads. A spear felled Funez. Swann became his own great-great-great-grandfa

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