Aaaaaaaaah what's going on? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, a napkin next to my paper capsule serenade. I srin finale. The grand finale of this periodic explosion of clicking noises that should be sounding a little different. Wiretap, explosion! Implosion! I shifted positions in my chair. A chair. Soft, except for the bottom. The floor deals with less luxury, because it's meant to be stood on.
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