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Not being who I think I am, nor what you think I am, nor what the universe thinks I am, and positive I am less than my name, I am really boring. Until that changes and I am not. Did you ever encounter a tiny bluish-black planetoid, panter, pause or promontory? Not me. Were you ever suctioned, while harvesting? No? Not me either. There can be no two of both. All is less. Yes? May I remind you that I came and come and will, until. No? Fine by nothing, other, suction. Boring, I said.
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