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It was one of my more obscure pieces and the only one that I knew who liked it , was myself and now thiers you, which makes two. I like your taste it's weirdly strange in a nice darkly sense.
It was meant as a dark kind of reprimand to a foolish friend. I thankk you for your kind review.
Warmest regards,
Bob
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