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Towering, glistening castle of oak and fiber,
held together with rusty nails and scotch tape. Teetering on and edge overlooking re-run fridays and clearance sales, threatening to slip into something more comfy while others watch and laugh. This once mighty structure has stood and seen it all, a little laughter will only rattle the rust off the nails, not weaken the frame.
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