This sentence, though abstract, always ends up being local and specific when you read it. I became at least well-known for claiming constantly to be famous. As insulting as looking out the window and seeing only another window. As insulting as realizing this thought isn’t yours, but the person’s looking out the other window. A cry of pain is still a matter of opinion.
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