Bedtime.
I feel tired.
And all that that implies.
And all that that implies.
I was made and shaped and formed... And given unto man... The all-gifts... The all-temptation... Of this fledgling race... They tell me I was made to ruin him... With this box... Which I must not open... And this curiosity... Placed inside my soul... They shaped me to ruin man... Shaped me to open... This carved-bone box........ They shaped me to take the blame
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