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It was a cold and dark Monday morning as the bus trundled down the monotonous bitumen road. The driver, in his 50s, somehow dissatisfied with the path fate had chosen him, or probably satisfied with it, yet it was not quite what he intended for himself. In fact, fate probably did not exist. This man had simply thrown himself into this life as he would throw his dice onto a table when playing his Friday night board games. The passenger sometimes liked to think this. About peoples lives and their futures and in more cynical moods, their deaths. This man, or creature, as the passenger
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Make Art Not War.
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jin + mai = children of mass destruction
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welcome to dA!
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~kawaiikitsunekoko + ~maikoneko = children of mass destruction`
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