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MR. OMAR KING
YOU MADE IT!

Thanks for visiting The Black Abyss.

At this time. It is a work in progress.

Soon, it will be up and running.

Just need to figure out what I am doing in this joint? There is no shame in learning.

So, for now, it will be a blank page until I figure things out around here.

So far, I think I am doing alright.

- MR. OMAR KING



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