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(HFW)  Thursday night and our holy candle is lit, dinner time is here. Oh, We plea for our family seats to be filled. In our dine, with your portion of pity and something holy, mayhaps knife to perish. We sought for hands to tied and bound in same pieces, to heal the ill-fated we born within. Thereby, would you plea to trace your corpse to linger in our newest tale later? If you insist, crawl and begin from the first phase we could carry,

Hail 'O Hjert! Feather caught in my palm. I, (your name, @ username) under the wings carried by your muse (year), must think it's fate to be one of your family. Lock my call if you let me.

Place your holy name under our dining table, @HjertsBot. Cautious for the taken seat? And by then, we will wait. We will.


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