I feel I should do some sort of essay on the past year. Or the past two years. But then again, two years ago I felt I should do one of the past two years. Or six years. Or some prototypical mentor-like figure of the past or a brief encounter one strange day or whoever is privately affecting me most at now or whenever it was. But I can't even do the
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