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Alas, poor cupola! I knew him, Dracula; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his alt mode a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My spark rises at it. Here hung that faceplate that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your call to transform? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a CHOOOOOOMMM!!!
