But Me and my friends all agree with each other; the lamp, my worn out shoelaces, the parcel in the low place, Kaki King's drummer, the pointless tone knob, the broken table leg, the special offer on soft drinks, the heating hole, my bewildered and antisocial phone, even the many-face mirror. We are all at a concordance.
This is all futile.
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