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3 Copper Coins, And The Kite Caught In The Telegraph Wire

The man was handsome, intelligent, and good in bed. But he just had nothing to say. And all of his days were the same. Monochromatic introspection followed by a sort of smothered self-expression. He never felt like himself. And he always felt worried about what other people thought about him. Who even was he? His routine? His career? His interests? His beliefs? Beliefs? The man had no beliefs, the man didn’t need to believe. For if he started believing in something, he may have actually needed to start existing. And that idea scared the hell out of him.

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