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Jake rides in on Turok-Mother (59 at the time) turns and whispers in my ear. "Is it just me or did Jake's loin cloth get longer now that he has the giant red dragon?" MY BRAIN! I can't KNOW these things!
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Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives. William Wordsworth
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