Is this thing on?
I feel like I just found a box of dusty playboys in my uncle's attic. An appropriate feeling for reading through your own writing, I guess. It's slightly embarrassing to the point where I want to throw it all away and start over (I really wanted to carry this playboy metaphor on, but it's just not going to work) but I suppose I will keep it and we will just move on from here.
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