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I lost my shadow. It got banished by a purple gust. I am looking for my shadow from over a thousand year. I have asked people around me for a fair shadow trade. They all denied. Defied. All are scared of fair stuffs. Honesty is either show-off or moron-culture. Truth is a myth-word. Just verdict is stupid nuisance.

My shadow was honest, true and just. It was imperfect and a complete stranger to this world and scary to all. Thus, one day that evil purple gust slaughtered it. I have only left with a poignant death diagram.

I am looking for my shadow from over a thousand year. It got banished by a purple gust.

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