Mi name is Exétafus…  I know you from before.    You were the one reading over mi shoulder;      …the story of your life. I offered to read it aloud.    You were content to whisper the words in mi ear as I traced them with mi fingertips.      I don't make the words appear; you do. It only looks like mi magic…  because I hold the page.

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A mundane, rather savage, look at life…

Now this is interesting…
And so is this.