People were sad. They formed a village and called it Happy Happy. Everything was painted blue: the houses, the cows, their clothes dyed blue. All was sweetness and lights until he saw a vision of children, dancing outside a chimney, rain beneath a silk curtain. From that point on Mr. Carpainter was a saint, a prophet, a messenger of God. His
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I won't bother asking you to remove me b/c it seems you haven't granted anyone that request. So, keep me for all I care. I'm not that interesting, quite stupid in fact, and I'm not adding you back.
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