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[forced_identity]

I am perched on an electrical box listening to the farmers throwing boxes and stacking apples. Up the hill, the tires of an ambiguous white van crackle through the woods. In town, a girl walks patiently through the thoroughfare: happy, but baffled as to why we chose this world. Did we ever really get a choice? I know I didn't and neither did my

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[ridindirtyface]

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