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When alive, he had been on a collision course with every temptation known to man. His body had been no temple to him, he had sinned, sinned as often and as intensely as opportunity was given, with much gusto. Of course, his putrid decadence had finally gotten the better of him, and, much to his surprise, now that he was in this other place, he discovered himself whipped into the worship of the clean, the perfect, the pure. Water, he thought. Of all things that could have befallen him, this was most certainly the worst of the worst. Water.
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