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It realized, that even if a tomato is a fruit, if enough people think it's a vegetable then it's *almost* the same thing. Similarly, it decided if enough people believed it was a

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was unimaginably hot. My flesh felt as if it would bubble off any moment. As the portal closed I looked back and glimpsed the ice cubes in her lemonade. Inside, Hades now felt

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