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It's not really surprising to me. I mean, music is pretty one of most important things in my life, emotionally, and has been for some time. Probably the single most important thing. So it seems natural that I tie the music I love to my emotional state at that time, to a certain extent...
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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