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... the crushing weight of her mighty world-stomping stride is cushioned, giving her a nice cozy feeling as she feeds on the remnants of nations, her rampage somewhat abated as she generously allows some children to survive as orphans of the peoples she devours, orphans to grow up in a cold and ruined shell of a world that once was glorious, allowed to grow up to worship her haughty hatred and bring her chocolate to appease her, all to no avail...
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