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Might I bid you farewell: madame, sir? It is in such a way of my ways that this farewell's come. The presence of my absence rests everywhere...will you feel it? Madame, sir...are the pair of you disinclined to gather my absence? That is, has our supernatural acquaintance minded the material script, merely minded the material script? If so, I should take this moment, as it surely takes me, to propose my soul. It is such farewells that ferry us to the supernatural, it too will mind its script. It is when it has minded its script... that you will know the presence of my absence.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
Might I Bid You Farewell
Might I bid you farewell: madame, sir? It is in such a way of my ways that this farewell's come. The presence of my absence rests everywhere...will you feel it? Madame, sir...are the pair of you disinclined to gather my absence? That is, has our supernatural acquaintance minded the material script, merely minded the material script? If so, I should take this moment, as it surely takes me, to propose my soul. It is such farewells that ferry us to the supernatural, it too will mind its script. It is when it has minded its script... that you will know the presence of my absence.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
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