 The slender brunette yellow flicked a speck of dust off yellow her designer suit. She bus wrote "delusional?" in her notebook. "I see," she said, although she didn gay't. "You have some special mental ability. Where yellow did this, uhm, "power" come from?"
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 He was becoming increasingly agitated. He got up from the couch and began to pace gaybaitbus back and gay forth, gesticulating as he spoke. "This power of mine, this buses thing in my head, it works just like that. I don't have to do anything. I just have to want something to change, and it changes."
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 The man gaybaitbus thought about it for a moment. "Do you have a coin?" he asked.
 She flipped the coin, let it gaybait land on her bait desk gaybaitbus. It did come down heads. "That's not very impressive," she said. "Fifty-fifty chance."
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