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| i tried the things on the head thing with fen and he thought it was a treat and to lick it off |
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| but his tongue wouldn't reach |
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| then he started to get it |
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| still, part of his brain thought, treat.. just like copp. |
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| then he really did get it and started getting still |
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| this could be the beginning of something big |
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| a new chapter, the zen of fen. |
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| maybe it is more about me missing copp in the hospital with nothing on his head |
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| ah well, we're all surrogates somehow |
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| but being a surrogate paradoxically makes you more distinctly you too, and links us all together. |










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