Voices in the Shadows
The richer you are, the less you have in your fridge.
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What would they eat in the clouds? There is nothing there but fluff and the occasional bird.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
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