They amputated Your thighs from my waist. For me they are always Surgeons. All of them. They dismantled us One from another. For me they are engineers. Pity, We were a good and loving Invention: an airplane made of man and woman, Wings and all: We soared a bit from the earth, We flew a bit.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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