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33 These are days and days passing, you understand. They were my undoing. A stretch, a fractal. It had started as play. We were going to switch at some point but didn’t. And wouldn’t. I liked sleeping in the trundle next to them. They promised me a shining road and forks and just stuff. They gave me names to consider. They suggested Kitten. ...

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