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    The Belchening

    He stood up, thinking he was about to experience The Quickening, but actually it was just a belch, albeit a really deep and satisfying one.

    Posted on September 20, 2017September 20, 2017Author Arnold J. VadgehammerCategories Letting ripTags depth, lived experiences, satisfaction, standing, The Quickening

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