'tis weird, the way texts have of taking on a shape of their own, so that after a period of months, or years, it's not your text anymore, and you actually have to face the evidence noone else could have written such, so as to acknowledge the fact.
A fact. And foreign emotions.
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ha, ha, c'est pas mal. ça évoquerait une série de reflexions khagneuses dont je me passerai. Ouf.
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