Finished Folds (41—43)
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5so that no one could enter their minds or read it. Or at least try. They pretended to be complicated, but were really simple minded people who thought differently. But pretending
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4until I begin to lose hope. But then everything went black. Or white. But the point is that I was saved, I lived to tell the tale, and the last line was made by ACN. The end.
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5as long as we could until we lost it. We were in despair until we found footprints and tire-marks. Finding, the baker, I