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Out of Place

Animals run right up to me and stare, as if I’m a relic from some other world.

Everything seems alien to me.

Whenever I take my headphones off, people are speaking, but I can’t understand them.

“Well there was this guy and he threw up just as it dropped and he beat his own throw up down, and it landed on him!”

“Oh my god, that’s gross!”

“Isn’t that a great story?”

Maybe I have just been reading too much Ursula K. Le Guin.

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