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And late at night when butterflies are sleeping and stars are laughing and moths flutter around bleary-eyed lampposts, funda creeps into your mind and borrows your dreams, mixes them up a bit, then skims a little off the top before replacing them before you notice what is going on.
You are reading the skim.
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