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stopping now just standing talking as if to himself are you following me around as he decides then suddenly picks up a fork don't follow me especially to work then motioning in the air won't let you in as he is now beginning to try to touch the air in front of him now talking out get out of my head scratching do i follow you turning around i don't need to have you been dictating with now throwing a punch in the air compared to yesterday so you were here but weren't saying anything but he's on the green stuttering putting last hole holy f*** it seems slowing rolling to be going in get out of my head inches away stay out it isnt going in so well below so far distracting par is far from you and humming the looping tune in my head that's it for today at last please save me not even close the record's stuck well below bogey we are the champions

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