There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematician t — two is two thousand times one.
There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematician t — two is two thousand times one.
There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematician t — two is two thousand times one.
There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematician t — two is two thousand times one.
There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematician t — two is two thousand times one.
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There are no words to express the abyss between isolation and having one ally. It may be conceded to the mathematician that four is twice two. But two is not twice one

— two is two thousand times one.
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