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Thirty Sixth Wind
...It was beginning to look truly beautiful. The desert was falling away and Filgaia was finally becoming the planet Jet remembered.
Oh... I suppose I should publicly announce that I am, in fact, alive.
Grell, we need to have words.
Oh... I suppose I should publicly announce that I am, in fact, alive.
Grell, we need to have words.