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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2015-05-29 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | I sit in an ordinary seat in an ordinary office with an ordinary will to live and a cactus I am surrounded by people with ordinary habits and clothes the window is opened at the usual angle and the volume of the ringer is on default we look at each other in an ordinary way (No love/ no anger with a dash of hope) we have families, lovers and cats in ordinary numbers (They calmly invade our minds on our tea-break) we work shoulder to shoulder sweating with no fear of Evil or God we have no ink in the printer, no problems, no money no elevator we have similar names, ordinary haircuts and shoes we have a receptionist who eats carbs the second floorboard, the one on the right as you come in after you punch the code and give it a good tug is squicking I am told that’s new
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