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RE: Analysis Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
The sorcerer's stone!
Exorbitant norm.
Poised on my pedestal,
launched into form.
Aye aye Azkaban!
There's naught in my soul
To be drank, slurped, and swallowed:
I'm a robot, you dolt!
jajajaj Good Goood...!!!