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“Society”

I turned around a rampart and saw a little girl on the ground. This startled me. For a second, by seeing this girl, I relinquished my own identity. But then, it’s late in the day. No one’s birdsong relays this time of day. When I walked past her I transmitted a sort of disapproval, and this made her go waddling and yelping away, the way little girls do. Earlier a dude had been walking up looking at me, for no reason I could tell other than his own ego, and looking up I saw that he was young. I like the idea of people getting better at life as they get older. You can furnish any amount of discourse on this. When communication becomes uncooperative, there lies cooperation, so that we are reaching something.

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