Shurik

Someone falls to pieces; someone else gets led astray. There from the mystical bonds of those united stands from behind those unbehoved; the constantly nagging, cringy, and scrupulous lot. I sit behind a small room wider than a sardine can, wholly satisfied. Ani thinks I am at work, of which I am.

Everything is hitting a strange plateau. Wherever I am feels good. Pieces of notes fall down but the letter said...

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