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Put your destiny in the hands
of heads or tails.
Toss the coin, find your fortune.
Tails, I win,
Heads, you lose.
There really isn't any logic in it 
because you always have the choice 
to choose something else
when you're not satisfied
with a simple heador a simple tail.

four months | the return of chicken legs
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