My memories are a jumbled mass and my head is full of sheep.
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At 8:30 precisely, the frogs beyond the hills scream. I didn't mean to make this so ominous. I meant literally at 8:30 every day from spring to autumn, frogs in the woods over yonder hills will yell in unison. Usually for about 20 to 30 minutes.
They were wrong. Free will does exist. It's just fucking hard.