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[the_lucky_ducky]

And who am I, God-whom-I-don't-believe-in? God-who-is-my-alter-ego? Suddenly the turn table switches to a higher speed, and in the whizzing that ensues I loose track of my identity. I act and react, and suddenly I wonder “Where is the girl that I was last year? … Two years ago? … What would she think of me now?” And I remember vaguely tolstoi's [

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[soul_bonnie]

That woman was a nutjob. But brilliant. But a nutjob. A brilliant nutjob.

[the_lucky_ducky]

Agreed. One of the most brilliant nutjobs of them all.