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I found a mask in my attic. It was just laying there. It's rather erratic, finding a mask somewhere. There was a note attached. It read 'One size fits all; one per person'. So, after I had my fill of my head being scratched, I decided to try to wear this mask void of emotion. But it did not fit. With my confusion awoken, I could not wear it, Despite what the note had spoken. I assumed it to be broken. But upon closer inspection, I made a detection. The space of the mask had been taken, By something much more potent. Leaving me less then content.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
The Mask
I found a mask in my attic. It was just laying there. It's rather erratic, finding a mask somewhere. There was a note attached. It read 'One size fits all; one per person'. So, after I had my fill of my head being scratched, I decided to try to wear this mask void of emotion. But it did not fit. With my confusion awoken, I could not wear it, Despite what the note had spoken. I assumed it to be broken. But upon closer inspection, I made a detection. The space of the mask had been taken, By something much more potent. Leaving me less then content.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
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