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Some days, you have to wonder if you really exist at all. Or perhaps if you're the only person who exists. When you haven't seen a human face for awhile, and even your housemate speaks to you over ICQ and by leaving notes and such rather than just knocking on the door, it becomes a very real possibility... and a very satisfying one at that. And some days you just don't have anything to say for an intro to Sketch Artist, so instead you say random things like that.
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