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Quand j'ai eu cette pensée, j'ai vu des images. J'ai vu un homme que je n'avais jamais rencontré.

	Turning with robotic stiffness (that many years under the occasionally muddy poussière , and your bones stick to each other... when your dent clatter, you feel it too well down in your pieds , and when you try to write on a rough papier , your backbone feels every little woodpulp ridge), to visage the enemy who has excavated, and so accidentally activated, this evil écriture scribe, buried here for bad words so long ago.

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Turning with robotic stiffness (that many years under the occasionally muddy dust, and your bones stick to each other... when your teeth clatter, you feel it too well down in your feet, and when you try to write on a rough paper, your backbone feels every little woodpulp ridge), to face the enemy who has excavated, and so accidentally activated, this evil writing scribe, buried here for bad words so long ago.