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Jun. 1st, 2037 09:19 pm
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Once, there was a maiden...
...whom many men wanted for their own.
She stepped as softly as starlight.
She shone with glory.
And one by one, they came to claim her.
She fled by the quickest route she found.
"Why do you run?" the storm clouds said.
She said, "I cannot help who drives me."