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My macbook, who am I to type these arrogant words that you constantly repeat? From the plastic square of pressure pads you perceive, as I reckon, the weight of world falling on literature. What is it that you display in your seemingly free will? Words reverberate in the finite distance between your lens and mine. Now your speaker starts a content buzz, there must be a cynic soul inside your shell.
 

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