We hold our 1UPs in missing hands. We stand tall on missing legs. We stride forward on the bones of fallen goombas. Then, and only then, are we alive. This "Peach" is ours and no one else's. A secret target we seek, out of sight. We will be stronger than ever. For our peace... Still, It doesn't feel like this is over...
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