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Okay, there were some nutty meteorological phenomena today. Apocaliptically dead-black clouded by morning, rain, ice drops, and wind, and now woosh!, its fucking Disneyland springtime except for I don't see Bambi around, with the sun shining and setting in about two hours on a light blue sky above the city. All this followed by the correspodingly collective changes of mood. Its a shiny Friday afternoon, of course, and it looks like everybody's going to start shagging in the park. No, its not just me.
As for my exacerbated deja-vú, I have tested that if I observe a person for a short while, 2 or 3 minutes, I immediately get the irrevocable feeling we know each other from somewhere. |
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