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“I have tried to teach you the wonders of the spiritual world... ...I have tried to show how we mortals can attain such wisdom... ...and I've decided you're a pillock. [click on the thumbnail, art by Andrew Christine]”

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Book:Beau Peep: Book Thirteen
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