This is a short story that I groaned about when I was not sick (I always felt that the author was unreliable and left so many pitfalls that he had not yet filled in). The author is currently ill, so the days of moaning without illness have passed (just say you are unreliable). This is the end of this article (fuck you, you damn well wrote it). When reading the introduction, everyone crossed out the text in brackets. That is not the author's voice. I'm sorry.
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