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vicious and borne of fire

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Published: Jan 22, 2015

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I forgot to update the mandatory white-coat picture we show ourselves off in - I have nothing to show off just yet but good god, it's happened.

I've committed to being extraordinary.

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SubjugatedSandwich

Jan 23, 2015

Ditto roylapost. I was under the impression you had always been extraordinary.

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