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This annoying little man was talking to us, or was that we? We tried to forget the art of listening and instead forgot what we were saying. And so we repeated ourselves into an alcoholic oblivion approximated by our hollow hungry words back and forth and forth again, like a thirsty river longing for the desert.
This annoying little man was talking to us, or was that we? We tried to forget the art of listening and instead forgot what we were saying. And so we repeated ourselves into an alcoholic oblivion approximated by our hollow hungry words back and forth and forth again, like a thirsty river longing for the desert.
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