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I was becoming a euphemisms, in constant state of flux;one day dull, the next, exceptional. A superprompt aberration
; a mind achingly, vein swimmingly discourse of
bilious malcontent. The curmudgeonly old
gypsy uttered something to herself and
murmured in his ear;'Are you fully functional?'
, 'What IS you specific malfunction?', unable to respond he wept. balled up like a child in the woumb, vulnerable and yet blissfully unaware of his surroundings.
