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I awoke in a shiny metal room where the walls bounced soft white light into every corner and way up to the ceiling. The ceiling was as high as a skyscraper. The room was empty except for some crates made of the same metal. The room was as big as
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Margaret Thatcher died and her everlasting soul left her body and plunged through clawing rock and burning gas for thousands of years, as was customary. When it stopped plunging she was in hell. She poked around among the torment, which was everywhere. Ho hum. She dipped her toe in a
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