Imagine this–a blue sky wrangled by a parody of pure white chanille clouds, boasting in the ambience of their creations. Deep within this mixture of amity and beauty hides an ambiguous fateful fortune, however, an ambivalent temptation intrigues–for the sake of present convienence shall you loot your future? or shall the obvious desire be refrained, moated in moral patience?
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