We have no memory of our birth. So when we're little we want to know all about it.
'He was weird and wonderful,' they say. 'Well, he was mostly wonderful, you know?'
The last time we spoke you mentioned that you had been overtaken by an existential crisis...
There's our dear friend Marcel. He keeps looking at his watch.
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