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Silence. Last time around it was the whispery voices descending from the fan, as usual. With majority I observe I notice an impulse to persist in compulsive verbalization. They wouldn't feel much comfort in silence; not for long. I'll die of boredom at some point. But first I must take a bath. Wash out the rust and wait silently for the scent of death to confine me.
anyone here ever heard that one?
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