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�� I've had my epiphany -- your world is cold -- my world is empty ��

..And so with the the newly concieved prospect of searching, the virile led the expidition intrepidly upon his jaded board. Tarnished as he was, the wheels glided smoothly over the viscid asphalt, spitting out the fetid gravel which lie stangant over the loam like an obscuring insignia. He became once again, subjected to the zephyr, allowing its translucent appendages to enguf his lanky structure -- ravishing the platinum array of tendrils, creating a wild framework and embellishing attribute to his finely chisled mug...something more rugged as he became free and with disabandon. The wind caught the fabric of his fading tee, billowing it along with the plush material of his cargos; down to the very last, torn hem, which neatly shadowed the edges of his loosely constructed sneakers. From behind, he calls, for the accelaration hadn't sped up to anything able to rip the speech away...the wind factor was modest and he spoke with subtle intensity...trailing off with the realization he'd not caught her alias..
This way then...er...?

�� I've had my epiphany -- your world is cold -- my world is empty ��