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When Jocasta flies

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I meet her in this city. She is hiding among the skyscrapers. She is called Jocasta.

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A winged beast falls from the top of a skyscraper.

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At the same time, Jocasta starts to rise. She slowly rises with a phallus hanging.

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Say nothing, her killed son, her sad daughter, her killing son, and her angry daughter. Say nothing.

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When she almost gets out of the phallus, I find the phallus is empty.

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She spouts radiant breast milk. She is called Jocasta. She flies.

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