I remember everything. As if it happened only tomorrow. Everything.
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I fed it a page of text, trying to confound it, but it found hidden faces in the words. Faces that strain against the page. I think I've found something I could fear for the rest of my life.
Machinists like to say if you leave the key in the lathe chuck, it can fly out and give you summer teeth. Some're here, some're way over there, and some're nowhere to be found.