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White Noise So it's called white noise, then, this I am able now to exist in, nights: to have nothing, have even what one woman had her husband go out and beat to silence for her, one inside movement, one shift: is that the response correct, all response incorrect? This I've been that he said he couldn't enter anymore, probably: some hesitation there about entering if anyone is there: a general, that general movement dawns, these elastic things. It said, if you remove this thing, there will be repercussions, movement will start, a whole general occurrence will have been begun; that was when shift started, dislocation moved me off, the man beat- trying, why not try? there might be something in it, going out his door- me.
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