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Sunday, 14 June 2015
He'd kept, it bothered him, and yet tickled him somewhat, he thought and he thought, he played the game, he'd say, he'd learned, he sought to normalise, he resented, it seemed sad to him, he always assumed, he was, he created, he always used to, he was considering, if he felt like it, he didn't pursue, he knew, he was all too, he had perhaps, thought, asked, he translated, he didn't realise, he took it, he met, he was sitting, he'd about settled, he couldn't believe, he went... But he was getting too far ahead of himself.
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