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And I finally said, *"I want to be a fan. A ceiling fan to be specific. I would just be overhead of them And would keep my duty in spinning, Until they will be accustomed of my presence, **Like it is the air that only existed. Or they will notice me only if I am a bit strong or a bit too weak."*** -qyf
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
Ceiling Fan.
And I finally said, *"I want to be a fan. A ceiling fan to be specific. I would just be overhead of them And would keep my duty in spinning, Until they will be accustomed of my presence, **Like it is the air that only existed. Or they will notice me only if I am a bit strong or a bit too weak."*** -qyf
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
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