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Wolfram's mailbox. Can't get much more descriptive then that~
If you have a letter for him or an invitation of sorts, feel free to put it here. He'll respond when he can!
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What was the start of all this? When did the cogs of fate begin to turn? Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now, buried in the flow of time.
But, for a certainty, back then, we loved so many, yet hated so much, we hurt others and hurt ourselves...Yet even then, we ran like the wind, whilst our laughter echoed, under cerulean skies...
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