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I have this whole ancient Egyptian thing about death. Wash my body, use spices, I'll accept embalming, but don't cut me open. Then, place me in a sarcophagus with ravens inscribed on it. I don't want to be underground. I'm claustrophobic, see. :D
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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