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The only thing that does is the sound of my voice...
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And the sand beneath your feet.
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You will learn to worship it.
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Back to training.
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The sand smells like Thrace.
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Perhaps I should shit to complete the aroma.
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You. You are summoned.
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This drought seems never to end.
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How do you fare?
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Domina provides for me.
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That's good.
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Good.