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of days it unnecessary I have already spent too much with nails in his mouth to draw doodles. I exclude perspectives on action aimed the good intentions carved in the grip of reason for most of my hair arricciami between jams shipwrecks on the rocks I anxiety tailless lizard that runs on the one hand I die a little 'rest live on the other metà_