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Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm being watched. And if I could only find the ones who were watching me, I could watch them watch me. And they would watch me watching them watch me and I would watch them watching me watch them watch me. But I would blink first because my eyes are not properly lubricated. It is then that they will choose to strike and take my heat sensitive nail polish and my shoebox full of old newspaper clippings from before I was born.