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<a href=”mdcoverlyaskingmehowtoinstallawhitenoisemachineonherphone”>I’m trying to wake up in a new province but these provinces are all the same</a>
<a href=”mezbreezeinvirtualrealityholdingmybookoveraustralia”>Applying for the same jobs, the same jobs I’ve been doing</a>
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To wander through the hypertext as it forms itself around you black and neon green like the internet in a nineties movie, turn left. Turn left again to arrive at a crossroad, there are two
choices, both lead back to the text. Turn left again my father is playing slots on his laptop watching NCIS on the TV both screens reflect in his glasses on the table not on his head
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