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There was a slab of something in the center of a room, some matter, some matter to be formed. Then, a man came in the room, a man larger than life, with eyes wide open, extremely sure of himself. He was perhaps a master sculptor or something. He decided to begin forming the slab at the center of the room. He took a large instrument and began cutting here and there, determined in his work. All this while, our hero sat in a corner of the room looking on. He felt bothered by what he was…
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