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The Wind Blowing Through My Ripped Clothes Was So Cold That I Felt Like A Percysicle.
-Rick Riordan
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The Wind Blowing Through My Ripped Clothes

The Wind Blowing Through My Ripped Clothes Was So Cold That I Felt Like A Percysicle.
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