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“Tell me a story, Angel,” said the Monster. “Once there was a man,” The Angel said. “What happened to this man?” Said the Monster. “This man was shattered into three pieces.” The Angel said. “Eventually, though, three became four.” “Did it hurt?” Asked the Monster. “Very much,” The Angel said...

I like it here. It’s quiet here. It’s easier to hear me think here. There’s no waste or stupid haste. And all things erased. I like it here. It’s quiet here.