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Where did Chris go? He had bought an airplane ticket that morning. He had a bank account, drawers full of clothes, and shelves full of books. He was a real, live person, occupying time and animation sex space on this planet, and now suddenly where was he gone to? Did he go up the stack at the crematorium? Was he in the little box of bones they handed back? Was he strumming a harp of gold on some overhead cloud? None of these answers made any animation sex sense.
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Round and round and round. He used to run off like that just to make me mad. Sooner or later he would always appear, animation sex but where would he appear now? After all, really, where did he go?
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