It's an impossibility, all things have an identity, even poor John Doe is now known by that simplest of nom de plume. Meanwhile on the news over there the suspect it's said has gray hair, with a purple shirt and red hat; what kind of fashion sense is that?! Rain is the rain; sun is the sun, the tallest tales are often spun by one who has nothing but fear and feels safe when spreading a smear. And, so, for your information I'm just a conglomeration
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