Mi name is Exétafus.  Mi wings itch.    Oh, that's nice.  I like it when you scratch at them like that. Will you settle beneath them tonight like before?  You once said:  "Ask not what your angel can do for you;  ask what you can do for your angel…"    You were always thoughtful like that.  You were the one who called me:  "Mi angel" I like that.  How well you show you know me, how little I know you.    But I'm the one who mailed you the key and the bus token. Take the bus to mi heart,  and open it with the key.    Please hurry. Mi wings itch…

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A mundane, rather savage, look at life…

Now this is interesting…
And so is this.