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You can no longer live
in their world.


APPLICATION CONCRIT PERMISSIONS IC INBOX A5 CARD PAOLO'S CONTACT CODE		The tension in Bucciarati's voice was the kind you only heard when lives were at stake. But he didn't move again. He simply sat, immobile, on his sofa. His face like marble, no trace of emotion like that of a porcelain doll. Hanging on the wall was a fishing net Bucciarati's father had used. It was torn, unusable... but it served as a sign of the vow he had made.

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