and beautiful at the same time as the ocean had whispered to him softly of the calm cyan water that could have been all around it and the creatures within...
shuts down whatever is left of his tiny brain and shouts, IRRELEVANT TROLL!, reminiscing the intimate times with his mother the Troll when daddy the vandal was out vandalizing. The trondall is ..
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