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Noise ––tickles (@) the window. 3 am. Wee noise, ’course.
Wake up twittering about kind of travel
#unnumbered
They ask me what
––if we switch off your web connection right now
?
Almost falling on my knees.
Dont please dont.
Dream of the marsh.

Cthulhu cuts the wire, watering the wall.
No web connection. (Fucked up).

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