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§:~^...... Agency. Too Much Agency Already In This ......^~:§
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^......... Down, Going Off To Sleep, Making .........^
.......... Themselves Comfortable First... Is This ..........
.......... Only Optimizing A Resting Position For ..........
.......... The Body? Or Is There Another Will ..........
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.......... A Dark Listening Taking Place, ..........
.......... A Silent Concert. ..........
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.......... Is There Another Desire Injected At ..........
^......... Hypnagogia? Something From The Other .........^
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