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It’s been 30 years; Hiro
glass? my
To die alone at will; It’s too much
I was lonely all along
Hey
Hiro; To you, Emperor of Clouds, Dryas,
Are you saying I’m rebelling?
Dryas is the Earth’s
be a person
Space Guard – All in one’s hands
Stop talking.
Where’s the wedding ring?
As soon as possible; I surrender to Dryas.
The wife I met after 30 years
Take out the wedding ring
They only talk about other men.
!