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Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful

I'm feeling oddly real. Insurreal. Drifting through infinity on no clouds. Freckles of memory flash by. Am I a twinkle, a little, or a star?

I was feeling oddly real. Or perhaps I was simply lying to you. I will laugh evilly if this proves to be the case. Must experiment. Must find out The Turtle. Known for their wisdom.

Sit up straight! No slouching. Don't look at the keyboard when you type. Don't curse like that. Don't look at me like that. Put down the knife.

I'll be short today.