May 2013
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“Consider a certain night in August. Tthe moon was so bloated it was about to tip over.
For more than an hour, Leigh-Cheri stared into the sky. “Does the moon have a purpose?” She inquired.
The same query put to the Remington typewriter elicited this response: Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question in life is “whether to kill yourself or not.”
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