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you smack your hands together, trying to crush them but they somehow always escape, so you keep trying to smack them between your hands over and over, until you finally believe that killing them is impossible, and they just believe you are applauding them. |
There are these sorts of people who hang around like gnats. . . doing fly-by's, buzzing you in your little self imposed ivory tower. . .
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