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“The final Nirvana. Don't shake me! - Geisha, please open your eyes. - No, go to hell, everyone. I'm dead here! - It's me, your King. Come back. Oh, now I know what happened. They didn't eat me; they just nibbled on me and took me to their King. Who's also dead. Then, what for? And at that moment I opened my eyes. Branches. How is it, in the hospital??? Wake-up call.”

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