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Blonde Girl, God, is giving her blessing to Number 1
The numbers mean the numbers of love. You are number one, Because you hold number one closest to the purest love of destiny.
You had understood some sacrifices had to be made, You had forsaken the pain given by the mistakes of your tiring body when you needed to push forward.
In order to feed the body of your child, In order to feed the soul of your child, In order to feed the mind of your child, In order to feed the heart of your child.
You have become a miracle, An anomaly in unanimity, and the heavens will praise you for it.
For it is in the improbable that all possible is made, And your story shall not be forgotten, Not in the land, not in heav...
(Looking at #2)
Not in this place.
It doesn’t matter what moral believes you may hold, They all are the same to us, No matter what profession or where you come from, All you truly need is to....
Love enough to die, Love enough to tear the world apart, Love enough to compromise.
You’ve proven, To be, The perfect number now.
BLONDE GIRL Now, go!
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