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Simulations

Could all this talk of a simulation matrix be real? I'm pretty sure I saw myself coming out of a dreamscape, munching on an egg sandwich I put together back in 82 when climbing a medium sized mountain that looked like many others. I'm almost sure I heard myself echoing in your chest as you heaved yourself our of a mini-cooper back in the day before you went keto. The surgeon who took out my cancer later died mumbling my name. I'm nothing like my wife though, not a bit like most folks, however being my own kind of freak makes me easier to be picked out, more easily spotted in a crowd wearing the same face and baggy pants.

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