When did that happen? I don’t, I uhm, I was… I, what was I thinking about again? Oh right, this guy had weird hair like me.


    She doesn’t know. She doesn’t see. She can’t fathom it. What to do, what to do! Should I let her, see it again. No, no, no, no, number. The strain, it was too much. She isn’t ready. Yes, not ready. Too weak. Much too weak.


    What, you again, get out of my head, you, you... unfilial harlot! ohhhhhhh!


    How did… I was… I can, no, I almost remember. It was important. Who are you? No, I know who she is, but… I—


    Whyyyyy does this butterfly swim so slowlyyyyyy? If I move up three knots and twist the key like sooo… all the strings will become tiny booows…


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