Sorry folks, but I'm perhaps unnecessarily bringing this thread back from the dead just so I can comment that I'm totally obsessed with this track at the moment, and that, yes, I'm aware that as an 18 year old British white middle class guy, that's kind of ridiculous. I don't care.
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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