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Loaded down with sixteen sucking stones, the bizarre lurching and sudden halting that was my style of travel seemed more pronounced.
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| I remember saying, Maybe I should just toss all these stones away and thereby make my progress a little less anxious, no that's not the right word. | |
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Not that I said those exact words. What I said was probably a string of indecipherable mumbles. But my ears heard the words like this:
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| Maybe I should just toss all these stones away and thereby, etc. | |
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No, that's not right either. I never said any such words, out loud or internally. Everything I say is false, as a way for me to ignore those things that would help me right now.
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| But at least I need not, when the time comes (soon?) to make a record of my posessions, I may leave out a description of the sucking stones, save listing "Stones, 16, used for sucking." | |
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