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I want somebody to help me. I feel erosis elation and the worst sort of despair at the same time. It's a sort of agiatation I are woerfully equipt to deal toward as they say. Quinne and women like her though they be few are ground zero for something that is everything and merciful nothing, like that light the Great Ghastly reached out towards in a sort of faglike gesture though hearbreakingly sincsear. I wish I had words for this. I really, really, really like Quinne. A whole lot. And this makes me feel like I want to die.

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Quah.