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Ah, poor Ballantine, who died in the moment of our triumph. So artistic! So generous! And the most honest of us all. I weep for him! May his good soul go to heaven and then be greeted by our Lord above. Wait! This now means there's only four of us! So we divide his share between us, huh?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:53