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... dark snake sat in the corner, holding a cup of vanilla cocoa in his hand, and sipped it in small sips. Now here, of course, there is no reason for him to speak, and he can only wait patiently. He stared blankly on the ground, the blue paper painting of the Lord God, the supreme Lord God standing on the snake mountain, surrounded by gods who died in battle or surrendered. And a huge feathered snake, lying at the feet of the Lord God, was skinned and cramped by an obsidian dagger...
Seeing ...
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