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You Belong To Me And All Paris Belongs To Me And I Belong To This Notebook And This Pencil.

There's No One Thing That's True. It's All True.

Now He Was Proving It Again. Each Time Was A New Time And He Never Thought About The Past When He Was Doing It.

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