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Once upon a world, there was a Me. And the Me wasn't sure whether this was the way it should be, or whether the You was just out to lunch. Actually, the Me wasn't sure if that was relevant or not.
Then. the Me got an idea, which was quite frustrating, since there was nothing in the Instruction Manual regarding the occurence of such a bizzare situation. So, the Me took one good, hard, long look at the idea and shrugged. Maybe if it won't get any attention, it would simply go back to where it came from. Consequently, the Me took a seat in a small, brown, wooden-looking chair which happened to be there, and waited. But the idea was unreasonably stubborn and it just stood there, staring back at the very annoyed Me. Eventually, being way past its bed-time, the idea went away. The Me, however, did not. And since it hadn't been a very productive day, the Me decided it would have been better to have joined the You for lunch. Or something.
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