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[General ] March 26, 2008 20:52

            The bone cold chill hangs over the darkness like a death shroud.  The thick, suffocating darkness creeps into every crevice, driving out any thought of light.  Intense loneliness and agony stalks about the hidden stone halls. 

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[General ] March 26, 2008 20:31

            We call them “unusable,” “disqualified,” unqualified,” and a host of other descriptions.  They come from all walks of life and all manner of background. 

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